off my chest, mm, just to listen now I, I?m getting out I, I?m getting out I, I?m getting out Won?t take it anymore Now, I?m getting out Future?s at
it off my chest, mm, just to listen now I, I?m getting out I, I?m getting out I, I?m getting out Won?t take it anymore Now, I?m getting out Future?
Übersetzung: Every Avenue. Erste Out.
a friend [Baby Bash:] I'll always be your player partner In and out the hot tub, always steak and lobster, Smoking on a chopper [Baby Bash:] Scraping through the boulevard, back to the avenue
they spot every V I sit in (eert) Let me stick to the plot (plot) since a kid I would watch (and what) My favorite channel was the music video box (uhh huh) Daddy Kane, Rahkim, every
re lucky you survive the pain Sorry that ain?t very nigger to say, why is this game so scary to play? Well let me think, cause every day my balls are getting
Jaime Lee got married on 5th avenue and i was married in Las Vegas, by an Elvis impersonater. I married a German boy, I married a crout, Every night i
like fucking with no alcohol But I'll snatch a joint, and get smoked out for y'all Getting lit, never having a fit On the avenue, having brew, grabbing
it, Screaming out my name, every time I hear it, She smoke too, but no .. unlike tense bitches, she ain't out, He run around, she's out here in Venice
ignite the flame, if you're lucky you'll survive the pain Sorry that ain't very merry to say, why is this game so scary to play? Well lemme think, cuz every day my balls are getting
your own Oh, what's wrong?" So he took a square of paper That he cut out of the Avery Evening News 'Wanted, manual labor At the grocery store on 16th Avenue
beat you to lumps Swell you up with permanent mumps We dangerous playa Cuffin' my chews Spittin the phlegm out Getting at you whether you coming out Or you been out
, the maestro wild like a psycho That's how we do Chorus [maestro fresh wes] It goes in with the fat, out with the wack In with the fat out with the
bless your track after the impact of a comet And I'll pay the mortgage after I finish paying homage I promise, consider it accomplished! For every cigarette butt that's tried to climb out
' girl And I've never been that kind But anyway, you ain't knowing girl Got me twisted out my mind Everytime that you are around I forget about my responsibilites Every
Boys in the hood 'bout making that pay Stay underground (on the grind) every day all day They don't say much but they mean what they say What they mind
