're breaking up We're calling out to you With all we have tonight We need your voice to sing along So, sing along We're calling out to you With all
a change of plans You're breaking up and I can't even feel the difference You're breaking up You're breaking up We're calling out to you with all we
Übersetzung: Run Kid Run. Die Call Out.
been a change of plans You're breaking up and I can't even feel the difference You're breaking up You're breaking up We're calling out to you with all
healthy cashflow Some say whatever's clever, I say whatever works and if nobody moevs, nobody gets hurt [Chorus x2: minor variations] [Daddy-O] Yeah! (Yo that kid tryin to run
pay, pay for Kid Capri! "Kid Capri.." [x3] "Kid Capri, plays beats like this.." [x8] [Daddy-O] Yo I'd like to give a shout out to all the DJ's Uptown
strip you get stuck like velcro Jake jump out, you see heads and elbows Run nigga, run nigga, here they come nigga Throw that pack nigga, toss that trigger Kid
my buddy Wherever I go, he go My buddy, my buddy Can run for your life on the stick up out the window My buddy, my buddy I lay your ass out mothafucka
is real shit I'm a ball 'Till my number called Say a praire Hopin' god hear Look I don't fear a man Want to bang out, lets bang out I don't care man
I am just one kid, that we can't do what one thousand once did, but let me leave you with this simple idea, and maybe one of you might run with it for
you do each other I'll play with your mind just like it's a game I'll call my homie Vernon so we can run a "train" And fuck Linda Tripp, 'cause I hate
-ch-ch-ch-ch-check it out y'all Check it - check it out Check it - check it out Check it - check it - check it out - check it out Check it - check it out
I was stressed Had me creepin 'round corners, homie sleepin in my vest Shit, I'm like a hostage on this troubled block, call the cops A thug nigga screamin
: *Little kid* Tell me about these fake ass bitches [2Pac] Look here little nigga Most of these niggaz be bitches too but you'll never hear that side
lead tha whole team Under Pressure Nigga That's right (Stretch) Never run throw your gun in tha air oh yeah nigga bust ain't no time to spare called
:] Nigga front on me, the goons and goblins come out Wishmaster hundred shot drums'll run out! They dumb out, you heard of me They call me big homie!
wheel, Christian Dior goggles Spare with me start some shit send the shooters out Come out the club we out front with the Ruegers out Nah ain't no sense
s mo' bread Say somethin slick out yo' mouth I'll come for yo' head She likes me more than you can imagine Bad bitch, look like she fell up out a pageant