the night you got a heart of stone now that you're back I can't leave you alone Back street pick up Back street pick up honey where have you been good
Übersetzung: Angels. Back Street Pick Up.
CY? [Chrous] [Diamond D] Smack me I'ma smack you back You won't hear D-Squeezy if the track is wack Me and `X-Man? once again back to back I'm a fly
I do) (I'm of the)hood (This the remix) And if you feel me put your hands up Hood(put em up, put em up, put em up) My hood niggas can you feel me(I gave
clothes bloody, why why, every time I drive down the wrong side of the street, everybody wanna beep, why why, every time I'm broke and I sell rock I wind up
like she's the last samurai It's a stick up stick up and a pick up pick up Telling lies and telling lies will put your face on fire Run and tell your
stay for real Pick up the pieces of the way you feel Sometimes you can fly around, but everyone hits the ground Call me up sometime when you come down Walking the streets
she was sent to warn me You're runnin' like Jonah Just then my cell phone buzzed I went to pick it up She said: "Try to stay sober" Always alone and watch
didn't request back up Broads I seem to rack up When I pull da gold acta Get slapped up Drove up da wall Put it in Reverse you can hope for the best,
a black Durango license plate say ?Angel? tattoo on her ankle Plus she's making pay so she got a crib on Peace street right on 17th street And I call
then the hidash Roll it up and then ask, who chipped in for the ten bag? Et cetera, I roll my blunts with two textures Pick up fifty bags and then I smoke
chance to pull. Now that it's August, the nights are getting longer which gives us more time to cover up the evidence. I never said it would be easy to pick up
signs up, walk with the iron tucked Leave your eyes wide shut Money bag's on +The Table+, gots to get locked up Rebel I's simply slicker, pick up a pretty
sand like she's the last samurai It's a stick up stick up and a pick up pick up Telling lies and telling lies will put your face on fire Run and tell
head" He ain't around to see her walk Dry her eyes when she cries, pick her up when she falls Just the thought of a kid livin' fly fucks me up When
ride so I could holla My favorite girl outside of my Impala I ain't gon' say you a dream I don't gotta You could walk around in the street with no problems I pick up
a black Durango Mmm License plate say ?Angel? What? Tattoo on her ankle Plus she?s makin? pesos Got a crib on Peace Street Peace Street? Right on 17th street
