friends say she's made up She's everything as she should be When she's folding her arms, she holds her applause Just to let you know She hangs 'em high
's everything a scene should be when she's folding her arms she holds her applause just to let you know She hangs em high everywhere she goes she bleeds em
Traduction: Hit The Lights. Bloque 'Em High.
she's everything a scene should be when she's folding her arms she holds her applause just to let you know She hangs em high everywhere she goes she bleeds em
s everything a scene should be when she's folding her arms she holds her applause just to let you know She hangs em high everywhere she goes she bleeds em
Yeah, Desert Storm niggaz, Cain Ghetto, I got these niggaz man (uh huh) Clue! (yeah), I'm the first line of defense (yeah) And I'ma show 'em what that
hang World wide mob figga let me see a nigga nuts hang.. World wide mob figga let me see a nigga nuts hang.. [Verse Two] Nigga duck down buck first, make 'em
pretty young thang that i call anytime if she ready to hang and if sun'it jump off she be ready to bang I like `em fresh outta high school just about
silky smooth, showing light, cause I?m cool She don?t know about my struggle Yeah she still call me ghetto Cause I let my pants sag And I smoke a lotta doja Get high
Till the roof comes off, till the lights go out Till my legs give out, can?t shut my mouth. Till the smoke clears out - am I high? Perhaps I'ma rip this
shit Cuz I was high when I wrote this, so suck my dick Cuz I don't give a fuck if you don't like my shit Cuz I was high when I wrote this, so suck my
'em Till the day that I drop you'll never say that I'm not killin' 'em Cause when I am not, then I'm a stop pinnin' 'em and I am not hip-hop and I'm
check your mistress Hit the lab and record, go handle your business What type of life is this? So many different choices Too many different opinions, too many different voices
Yesterday when we were getting high, you were invited. You would've liked it. I-I know you all too well. I said that we could kiss the past goodbye, but
And hit you with the bop gun [George Clinton] Here's my chance to dance my way Out of my constriction Gonna be freakin' up and down Hang up really late
93 Dont let me catch them slimmys when you roll 'em through Cause if you do then ima hafta choose the weapon that i gotta use And light my infared dead
