Let?s sail away, find our own country We?ll build a house and get tired of palm trees Let?s get away, let?s push our lives aside I?ll sport a smile,
Übersetzung: The Starting Line. Island.
Übersetzung: The Starting Line. Island (Float Away).
Let's sail away Find our own country We'll build a house and beds out of palm trees Let's get away Let's push our lives aside I'll sport a smile Take
it off Turn it off When I was young my dad Would treat my mom real bad Everytime the Utah Jazz would lose He'd start a drinkin' And I'd start a thinkin
remain violent and start wilin Start a fight with the same guy that was smart eyein you Get in your car, start it, and start drivin over the island and
outside and start freakin (AOW!) Jumpin on dick like they leapin (watch it) it's Leap Year [laughin] She disappearin for the weekend (where she went?!) So hell yeah she starts
drugs Yyou wanna sweep a nigga like me up under the rug Kicking shit called street knowledge Why more niggas in the pen than in college? Now cause of that line
survive in ? by keeping it gangsta, why Nas [L] Did you leave a clothes company after you made it millions? [N] Cause Esco's weak I start a new line a
cuz-o That's what happened when frontin on the Shaol' borough Island of Staten we in here no fear Assault wit intent To kill your whole regiment it's real Startin
We Up They Aint Got No Money Sh** Gettem Outta Her First Side Hype Im On Top Of The Charts Charts Hit The Finish Line For A Playa In The Start Still
world if you ain't remained aware Latest gear, love nope, hate it yeah You and your scared style'll get aired out, start stop and stare now Change the
, now, now, now, glory of love Glory of love, give it to me now, glory of love see you through Oh, my Coney Island baby, now (I'm a Coney Island baby,
my number one gangsta chick (my starter) She's my number one starter chick She's my number one drafted pick, she's my number one line on the hit I only
It started on the real world A hot tube full of hot girls Grinding every frat boy and freak Line up all the Idols Who paint on phony smiles Trying to
on my eye in a crowded club I tried to stare the girl down, but she didn't budge She moved through the crowd in a straight line The closer she got, mad
my pain Told you I don't care about the fame I'm like a new Jay-Z with a Virgin Island swag And a A-Town bounce with my Virgin Islands flag Pardon
