year later met with death miles goodbyes. states cities friends all converted into time yet on the road from family and home it feels like it just
Count it, one year later now we're dead miles, goodbyes State cities flames are converted into time Been on the road from family and home It feels like
Übersetzung: Hit The Lights. Count It!.
One year later met with death miles goodbyes. states cities friends all converted into time yet on the road from family and home it feels like it
Let's hit the city of freedom, like old times It's getting dirty Underneath the blue sky Imagine you and me count the butterflies One, two, three Let's bring it
litter Im hittin da weed yeah dats my vice Don't hit it once I hit it thrice So light up da doobie light up da pot Light up da blunt and spark it til
paper I geeet it, the paper I geeeet it! (I'm nice! Yeah.) [Verse 2:] Here it is nigga; 1000 grams of uncut (yeeah!) Take it off, consignment fuck up
the vibe [Krayzie] Pedal to the medal we see blue light [Bizzy] They wanted to get RIP fuckin wit my sawed-off Polish it all down till it replenish
soul Se keep your pseudo-punk, hip-hop, pop-rock junk And your digital downloads [Chorus] Take your seats now, folks. It's showtime Hey, Patrick - hit the lights
baby? Underneath the overpass, trooper hits his party light switch Good night, good luck. One, two power shift I met Wanda when she was employed Behind the counter
looks at you The man who rules the world Rides the bus all day long Staring out the window Making things happen All the lights turn green at once And it
on U jus second best uhh Stop second guess-on U never listen, u cant stop it I'm on fire Know that u goin leave out here wit your pockets lighter Count
spillin in Philly yo I did it for the team, I did it for you shorty I did it for the fans, I did it for the glory Cocky niggas still half cockin my yankee
top it You can google it and you can search it On how a nigga come and unlock it, impossible to stop it More fire, thunder, pain, I go and heed the villian
bought a car, the n-gga Pimp owned it I threw some tints on it He would have loved it Put it down, put it down You know how I put it down, put it down
intoxicated, lyrics alive and animated I'm the operator, plus I pocket calculate it Male dominated, universal intergalactic And since that crack hit,
