So many eyes I can?t believe that no one saw a fucking thing, and no one spoke a word of truth, I?m the only one surprised, what happened to a lesson
Traduction: Hit The Switch. Shift.
I would die, nigga never will I fall off Approach me if you feeling lucky, be the next to get hauled off My attitude, be switching like a stick shift
m like that painting on the wall, baby, I'm priceless You can come and work me over baby on the night shift Catch me on the night shift, see how freaky
like this Me, I'm like that painting on the wall, baby, I'm priceless You can come and work me over baby on the night shift Catch me on the night shift
Radio relays towers, won't you lead me to my baby? Underneath the overpass, trooper hits his party light switch Good night, good luck. One, two power shift
from the spark of the dutch Down shift, throw it in the fifth gear with my foot on the clutch Speed balling, like we all in a rush While we switch a
a rye Who the fuck wanna die for their culture Stalk the dead body like a vulture Tical get, HMMM Blacker than your blackest stallion Hit your house'n
Lucille, switched cracks on shields She's a rich fiend, sacrifice her fam, shift them niggaz to Queens, Guess jeans she charged thirty-five beans Hit
martian Bill Bixby, I'm lane switching and wheel twisting Rubber buring, paper rolling, Why y'all kill switching All about my capital, hold it down, shift
song of six pence, a pocket full a rye Who the fuck wanna die for their culture Stalk the dead body like a vulture Tical get, blacker than your blackest stallion Hit
type of bitch that leave a nigga nose stiff And get his hoes hit, make his toes shift 'Tl the demands in all, yo can call me have shit 'Till y'all motherfuckers switch
Dip out and handle a few thangs Bet I come back a rich man Some of these cats is bitch made My shift be like a switch blade The doors, open this way
Hit 'em with the rhythm of the future Hit 'em with the rhythm of the future Hit 'em with the rhythm of the future In the future, it's gonna be a rhythm
time steroid big boy itches Eyes that lay for blood money riches Switches thug men gunmen dirty lung sticker Arch-crime Hitler, lurking with the lifter Shift
I'm really not all that sure 'Bout when things is finna mature So let me find me a nigga with a grip And hit his ass quick with one of them whores (What
