Yah yah hold up, hold up, hold up What the fuck you want before I open up this grey box? Nicky you know what I want I want that X Yeah but what kind
Übersetzung: Ja Rule. Grey Box (Skit).
Übersetzung: Ja Rule. Grey Box.
Play a game of hide and seek In our favorite place Find me hiding with the yellow flowers You lost it You found it All in a treasure box You must have
a regular and a couple are over due When I'm done what I do, I'm dumping her on the crew And this is everyday, won't stop til I'm old and grey I drop
One day I'ma die, mama don't cry Ain't no heaven up in the sky One day I'ma fade away And set the world on fire, watch the sky turn grey [x2] I was born
con, you have to trust your eyeballs Know those eyes are fine because they're mine so don't be stifled You're slightly balder now and yes your pubes are turnin grey
ready for a Catwoman or something f-fuck it, lets go! Aiyyo Shareefa go to the store for me. I need some razors and a fresh box of baggies, the ones with
ready for a catwoman or something f-fuck it, lets go! Aiyyo shareefa go to the store for me. I need some razors and a fresh box of baggies, the ones
from somebody's room The firemen got there Walking their way up the stairs Find a man in a chair But it doesn't seem he's there With a grey box in his
were all over me!" [Dr.EASTMANN:] "Oh Harry, don't be such a fool." That same night Harry died When they found him he was grey and white Black, brown, grey
it but I'll give ambivalence I gotta memory box cause my memory blocks me, from remembering weeks All the blacked out nights into white out mornings, into grey
song y'all can step wit' Y'all appointed me to bring rap justice But I ain't five-O, y'all know it's Nas yo Grey goose and a whole lotta hydro Only describe
entire team Ultramagnetic kinetic set it with Doctor Oc' Jamie Summers cosmic slop, smoke pot in the parking lot 'Lectric boogie her hot, box pop it with
world as a stone Concrete daubed in dull monotone Your heart is the big box of paints And others, the canvas we're dealt Your heart is the big box of
that's in the clouds won't see the stars When I was young I never walked away I'd nail my colours to the wall though black and white soon turned to shades of grey
