, melt away Slip through these fingers, melt away Slip through these fingers, melt away Slip through these fingers, melt away Make me melt away Slip
Traduction: Way Out West. Fusion.
girl Get it wet, let me knock out the linin girl Now turn around, let a nigga get behind ya girllll (HAHA) I'm the truth in fact, spit hot like fire Melt
To my east niggas West Coast and dirty south, we make ya wave your hands up high Light L's and drink some liquor it make ya wild out All night To my
you right back through your eyes in the mirror Blowing out your brains spontaneous combustion Lyrics like a barrel and cheering out bustin Fire breathin wicked shit melting
(feat. Mase) {Puff} Bad Boy... we ain't gon' stop {Verse One: Mase} Now with Sean on the hot track, melt like it's hot wax Put it out, all the stores
Mase} Yeah {Puff} Bad Boy... we ain't gon' stop {Verse One: Mase} Now with Sean on the hot track, melt like it's hot wax Put it out, all the stores,
homage I think they should pay Instead of being gracious they violate in a major way I never been a hater still I love them in a crazy way Some say they
Consider them my protege, homage I think they should pay Instead of being gracious they violate in a major way I never been a hater still I love them in a crazy way
Bad Boy, we ain't gon' stop Now with Sean on the hot track, melt like it's hot wax Put it out, all the stores, bet you could shop that (That's right)
up wit that shit? Yo Muggs, make it rough So many fools swingin' from my sack Let's talk about the one who had my back Down in the west coast, so lemme
that? (Mase) Yeah (Puff) Bad Boy... We ain't goin stop Verse One: Now its SEAN on the hot track Melt like its hot wax Put it out all the stores Bet
(Puff) Bad Boy... we ain't gon' stop Verse One: Mase Now with Sean on the hot track, melt like it's hot wax Put it out, all the stores, bet you could
vampire fangs and they givin me head Like cemetery girls back dance boogie woogie baddy Her nedens big and blew out like a plate of spaghetti Im out
Russell Simmons, this is your commander in chief Of your West Coast operations, Havoc the Mouthpiece My orders are to assemble a team of 6 of the West
now had I never saved the day Consider them my protege, homage I think they should pay Instead of being gracious, they violate in a major way I never been a hater, still I love them in a crazy way
iced out like what Well I was iced out when the ice fell out the cup But I can't help it I almost ran into a truck And the ice all melted and Mini Van
gusty shit, it dried me out for years Way back I think my grandpa had a rope horse by that name All I know is, God, here comes that old west wind again