So many eyes I can?t believe that no one saw a fucking thing, and no one spoke a word of truth, I?m the only one surprised, what happened to a lesson
Übersetzung: Hit The Switch. Shift.
Radio relays towers, won't you lead me to my baby? Underneath the overpass, trooper hits his party light switch Good night, good luck. One, two power shift
switch and high heals Daylight strikes, yo, the hoe was out of sight quick And at night, she's back on the strip for the night shift "Everyone's got
fuck wanna die for their culture Stalk the dead body like a vulture Tical get, HMMM Blacker than your blackest stallion Hit your house'n projects I represent
switch positions in my Expedition. I heard she smoke and she drank, oh really? Well you need to come in my Denali, or do u wanna gimme some in da Yukon? Hit
song of six pence, a pocket full a rye Who the fuck wanna die for their culture Stalk the dead body like a vulture Tical get, blacker than your blackest stallion Hit
type of bitch that leave a nigga nose stiff And get his hoes hit, make his toes shift 'Tl the demands in all, yo can call me have shit 'Till y'all motherfuckers switch
Dip out and handle a few thangs Bet I come back a rich man Some of these cats is bitch made My shift be like a switch blade The doors, open this way
Hit 'em with the rhythm of the future Hit 'em with the rhythm of the future Hit 'em with the rhythm of the future In the future, it's gonna be a rhythm
time steroid big boy itches Eyes that lay for blood money riches Switches thug men gunmen dirty lung sticker Arch-crime Hitler, lurking with the lifter Shift
I'm really not all that sure 'Bout when things is finna mature So let me find me a nigga with a grip And hit his ass quick with one of them whores (What
martian Bill Bixby, I'm lane switching and wheel twisting Rubber buring, paper rolling, Why y'all kill switching All about my capital, hold it down, shift
The reason that I'm here, I'ma drop 'til it's clear Let all, G'z to front, middle and rear Switches couldn't switch like these switches a day Just to
song of six pence, a pocket full a rye Who the fuck wanna die for their culture? Stalk the dead body like a vulture Tical get, blacker than your blackest stallion Hit
in Then make his way out without a doubt On a route to get hit, with a nice large amount For the night shift "everyone's got to make a livin"
the blue and tan Avalanche Jackers never had a chance, set them in the Avalanche They hopped out the van and startin' shootin' like a cameraman (Do ya thang) Top down, hit the switch
