Every afternoon A point I hammer home You had no follow through Follow through better off alone Wading patiently Stranded in your sea Sing in time and
Übersetzung: Get Up Kids. In Your Meer.
Every afternooon A point I hammer home You had no follow through, no follow through Better off alone Waiting patiently Stranded in your sea Singing
thugs and killers Strugglin, known to hustle screamin fuck they feelings I got advice from my father, all he told me was this Niggaz, get off your ass
we coming then we hold up the block scorn niggaz like their mothers then we wet up their socks red dye, escaping on the red eye ,sea shores then hide
: [Ghostface Killah] Good Morning, Good morning Time to get up Look at the sun so pretty today it's so bright, it's so smashing Lasting, helps out the
cipher, I was not libel From all the casualties of the dutty MCs' I split the train car like Moses did the Red Sea Get it in ya head, we gon' rock the
me who're trippin' I know and it shows I can look at your nose and just tell that you're effected by the e-g-o on the downlow (x3) I woke up in the
the athletes [Mikey Rocks:] Big up to what?s been up, nigga Pinups from when we clicked up and posed for these pictures, good And the kids connected up
, break your body down to fragments Cut you down to half size, quarter size, eighth size, nigga Get up off my dick Chop you up and bag you up just like
And get tax, I guess somebody gotta do it So take coke, rock it up brick-solid Ain't nobody thinkin about a checks up ??? wallet Kids are growin up with
friends They're playin game after game, again and again But the times have changed and now comes the grind The mixed up kids have to make up their minds
We carry heads and roll them back to bury the sucka Cuz he deadly palm, shatter your dome and scatter your bones You hear the tone dialin' you out, it
romantic charisma that'll make your momma moist My voice ensemble of bullets rip through your squadron Circulate the planets move back you better dodge 'em Or get opened up
the earth you thought would beat you down Lifts up and lights your ground Get back on your way at the end of the day
dip, bum on your lips Fuck that, cum on your lips, and some on your tits And get ready, 'cause this shit's about to get heavy I just settled all my lawsuits
huh Some got hopes and dreams, we got ways and mean The supreme dream team always up with the scheme From hub caps to sellin' raps, name your theme
Separate the day from the night? Create the land and the sea and man in your own image If not, then I want all this bullshit ended Sending the kids
