wise up Everybody gettin' sized up before we all rise up Start runnin' your times up 'cuz when my crew ride up The sky gon' light up, everybody get fired up
all fired up Y'all better just wise up Everybody gettin' sized up Before we all rise up Start runnin' your times up Cuz' when my crew ride up The
Traduction: Chut. Fired Up.
(D. Henley and G. Frey) Now, where you going? Now, what's the rush? You listen here No, you just hush I know what you think That man don't know anything
she buried her fears in a bottle the juices beginning to flow But her stiff upper lip it was trembling tripping her up, her words were beginning to roll Hush
Criminal behaviour Criminal, criminal, crim Crim-criminal behaviour Criminal behaviour, criminal behaviour.. *machine gun fires* "Suddenly I see, some niggaz that I don't like" - Ice Cube *machine gun fires
fucking raining, shit, it's lightening Bitch, it's thundering, cause I'm hushing up I'm a storm if you wonderin' Shit, you could muster up a thought,
Meeks got the weed Hush got a gun CJ got my credit cards and a lot of ones Yeah, I'm in the city of the purple sprite Someone tell [? ] I'm on fire she
people is starving, broken and sweaty Dreaming about revolution (REVOLUTION!) looking at my machete But the workload is too heavy to rise up in arms And
; Their hands steaming from quick moisture, The aromatic finger drawn up to his nostril-- Dazed after mutual masturbation, They zigzagged into a conservative end." Kate: Oh hush
Fine Mama You... Mama You... Mama... Mama You Wine Fine We Need Some Quiet Time. Mama You Wine Fine, Mama You Wine Fine, And On The Hush Hush, We Need
And we go tie da shit up like a shoelace' [Brisco:] And dats me da young hood messiah, 07 imma set da fuckin hood on fire
fall for fights with fisticuffs Get pissed enough to miss the bus It disgusts me to see my folks run up on I say stand up on deception of time all of
should I run for president Mother should I trust the government Mother will they put me in the firing line Ooooh aah, is it it just a waste of time * Hush
? Invade with dead cents From hemp scented bar parking lots where justice don't chill To money hungry starvin' artists dressin' up with no skills So hush
in day connie I see some thick bitches I try to holla at dem But dey all trick bitches I think trina sexy Mama u wind fine And on da hush hush We need
