I'm laying it On the line to show you I'll never let you go On the line for your love There's nothing I want more Another dead end street Another
Übersetzung: All Stars. On The Line.
yo block Lock all doors and keep windows closed Cause we done rolled before So stay on the floor We ride deep in the all black camaro Sittin on mo's And we rolls tokin on
rules got a K cooked blues fore these fools slinging coke by the ton, weed by the pound her-on by the bundle, ship it on greyhounds traveling through uptown with dumbness on
, bank roll on fat These hoes stay in line or get they grill straight knocked out Stay in line or get put out your own house I be hard on these hoes cause
drop the orchids on your old age All the girls have gathered ?round now They?re staring (Staring at) The stars as they start to go out One by one you will line them all
still never know [Verse 1: Earl Sweatshirt] Sly's been first, man Y'all forever last I'm forever everlastin' Mashing on the gas bypassing all the has
to start I got francs on the French, players on the bench KTM men, only throw out when I'm bent I'm a P.N.C. rider, Frequent Mile flyer Down on my side
don't forget, what you said, where you flip When you get hit, I hope that's it, pop-pop, all on your whip I-I, be on that shit, I'm high, I'm on that
Run up on me get Shot In the street like a dog A nigga try smoke me, I'm gone smoke him When I say I'm all in I mean I'm all in Nigger you blink shell
my clothes. I got a fetish for the stones, heavy on the ice man If I ain?t gotta pistol on me, sure I gotta knife man Get outta line and I?m lightin
touch On this heart that's broken I can't breathe when you're not here Hey love won't you lift me up On the wings that fly higher than the stars That
add to line four of Chorus:] "That's a nigga nature" [add to line eight of Chorus:] "Cause that's a nigga nature" [Chorus] [add to line four of Chorus
goes by. Puffin on lye. Hopin that it gets me high. They got a nigga goin crazy. Feelin crazy. (Tell em bout it.) Last year was hard. But life goes on
2 peice [Webbie:] First of all mane why you dat close All boss need space mane you know how dat go Not a stain on my lace and my fresh white snow on
the lines And all the stars they sparkle and shine everyday He said life's so hard to move in sometimes When it feels like I'm towin' the line And no
marches through scornful laughter Undaunted eyes set on hopes of here after A gauntlet of piercing stares line his way And condemning glares say all hate
on 'em! - Then they ride on 'em! Get the line on 'em and squeeze the .9 on 'em! Head shot, .40-Glock blow his mind on him They say ain't not a jooks,