not the case Because the look on your face gives all your secrets away. Can we talk this over, at least just for tonight? I asked myself one hundred times
Übersetzung: Hit The Lights. 100 Mal (Acoustic).
Übersetzung: Hit The Lights. 100-mal.
Head(Yup) Ill Bring To It The Heart Rather Leave Em Dead Before My Time But Im Still Ahead Of Yall(All Yall) Like A Nice Bitch Hit A Nigga Raw Dawg(Raw
wars To even the score, make all devils pray to the Lord To scheme like a demon, you can't really afford When the police lights come on, the cameras record All this time
mess with that junk You want some real dope,come look in my trunk The dope I'm sellin' is life,100% legit So get real fool,and try some real hit MC Ice
and none of em smoke (Bust the facts, loc) I got into this hip-hop game Just to try to get a girl and get some light-weight fame There'd never been no
I did it like them sick white boys the court committed To the death of me, I'm spaz like I'm on Ecstasy Drop 100 bars for real like I'm lookin for a deal
On and on and the temperatures warming I spit heat flashes, niggaz get nautious, Bright as a bitch So analyze with caution When the light hit the ice bet a 100
play it raw time baby load up the guns guerilla war time baby light up the blunts, light up the block time dawg choppers with drums, ozzee's, and glock time
man So I've been dead like 100 times Ask Cyndi Lauper, she'll tell you time after time She became an infomaniac, wanted it all the time A thin line between
mess with that junk You want some real dope,come look in my trunk The dope I'm sellin' is life,100% legit So get real fool,and try some real hit Mc Ice
F.B.I. for transport of Sucker MC's across the Syndicate borders No, they can't give me no time, cause it's my rhyme Everlast, get funky for me one time
103, yeah When this hit drop in the club, nigga Yeah, yeah, let go, let go Why y'all trippin'? I'm just fine 12:45, 'bout that time Couldn't get it all
like that On and on and the temperature's warming I spit heat flashes, niggas get nauseous Bright as a bitch, so analyze with caution When the light hit the ice bet a 100
money, young niggas gettin' money Just a bittersweet symphony (Rick Ross) I play these keys like a dope Barry Manilow They get a bitch for that time, she speaks kinda low Hit
