This is what were hoping Covers blown wide open We can make a run for it We can make a run for it We've got this down to a science baby Don't be afraid
Traduction: Hit The Lights. Faire une course pour elle - La Call Out.
straight This is what were hoping Covers blown wide open We can make a run for it We can make a run for it We've got this down to a science baby Don't
mouth is like a lemonde like a lamp. we got gold grills and platinum and ice. cuz thats how it is in the lone star state. with a cup full of bar and a
't stop until it tickles Just play a little "D" and I'll make ya mouth dribble Bits and Kibbles, got 'em all after the pickle I swing it like a bat, but
a thug ho, I need a thug nigga up beside me A player that can ride me, a cat that can rob me Make a jazzy ho like me bust a sweat Hit it from the back
a stop light in a growin night, this motherfucken trick Slide over so I can dip and put it in him Damn, I guess this motherfucker know that I sent it Hit
it, you hoes can't ruin it Two million everytime he drop I know you fuckers losin it We movin in - for the kill, for a meal, holdin steel Hold the wheel
stop Hell nah! I coulnd't see it Facing a century in the penatentury but so be it) And Jesus couldn't help me out the state (Prepare for an early date
Fresh out of jail, life's Hell for a black, celebrity So that's the reason why I call, and maybe you widdit Fantansies of us sweatin, can I hit it
And now we gotta eat, gotta make ends meet Stabbin for a fee, it gets hard on the fuckin streets It's like a madness, fuck making gravy I rhyme and do
in the back seat But I'm a rap fiend, not a crack fiend My homie panicked ("I'm out") he tried to run (Freeze nigga!) I heard a bullet fire from the
it!) [gunshot] To all the? jux? or whatever you wanna call it, (yeah!) Call the police and get hit with a clip for it! Ya know how I move! - That Semi
Don't Sturr! " The lights hit the ice, boy your face, it might blurr. Bitch, get out the line, I'll smack your ass right hurr! Run and get who you want
is We demons, wid bloodlust for heathens Born through a storm on a see wid Galileans In cold regions, we rockin' it well And that's for every fuckin'
cha for your goods! Make it understood! Put it on the wood! Nigga what! (what!) I used to have to grind in the dough.Did a little time in the poke. A
this Black fist, born to make history Born from the misery Grindin for a meal, searchin for a deal Pranced in old, torn clothes Keep it real bitch, I
