Men Blow high, blow low, Away then we will go We'll go away in the sailin' away Away we'll go Blow me high an' low, For many an' many a long long day
Übersetzung: Carousel Soundtrack. Blow High, Low Blow.
at the fever's end. I wish you peace when times are hard, The light to guide you through the dark. And when storms are high And your dreams are low
For 1 or 10 baby girl off the ripdawg But I ain't trickin I ain't nelly and spitzaw Shake that ass drop it low like a striper Shake that ass drop it low
back into it Then she drop it low, to gets the doe I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it Let that ass drop, like my '64 [Verse 1:] I suppose to blow
I'm low seven star Caesar For grimy niggaz tryin to line me like {?} preacher You niggaz got the nerve, I'm at Johannesburg With Mandela nephew blowin heavy herb Then back to the projects, low
't be worse I either don't eat this week or snatch this purse Clip hangin' out the side of my parka now My eyes blood shot red, i'm high but lets ride
drop it low, to gets the doe I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it Let that ass drop, like my '64 [Verse 1: 50 Cent] I'm suppose to blow
about some people That maybe you know The heroes and the villains And the places that they know The highest and the finest The lowest of the low Just
, it's goin' be alright [2Pac + E.D.I Amin] Life in High Speed f**k the punishment, tie weed I gonna buy me a gun f**k doin' time [2Pac] I live life High
I represent Meant every word, in my letter to the President [Big Syke] Blacks is broke, think it's a joke that we livin low? Y'all sniffin blow and postin
Yeah! [Chorus] [Verse 3:] It's a bird, it's a plane! No, it's purple 'caine! Tryna blow sellin' blow I'm who you fuck with mayne! I got Spiderman high
rap shit Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high Rest in piece to Biggie Smalls Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high R.I
: [Talking] Ya'll niggas wanna get high, well we gonna get high then This shit right here is drugs, ya'll for sell baby 50 Cent uh, take it how you wanna
do now? [50 Cent] + (P. Diddy) Yo, yo, we can't stay alive forever (yeah) So if shit hit the fan then we might as well die together I'm high as ever,
at you and blow it Look out and drop down low now Look out and drop down low now Look out and drop down low now Look out and drop down low now Look out
: [Alice Cooper/Jack Ponti/Vic Pepe/Bob Pfeifer] Hey bro, take it slow You ain't livin' in a video You're flying low with a high velocity No doubt,
low you will go I wonder how high your head will blow You're psychopathic liar Your soul is on fire You're bluffin'with nothin' While the stakes are gettin'higher
