a drop a in the o-o-ocean. (whispered 4x) Drop Drop Drop in the ocean Chorus: Drop In The Ocean, Drop of emotion I'm a drop in the ocean of dreams,
Übersetzung: Steps. Tropfen im Ozean.
ed out brothers And nothing but love for eachother So motherfucker make a motion I give a fuck, slice you up, and throw your ass in the ocean Temperatures drop
the ocean Temperatures drop; see it's cool to shoot a nigga but they hate it when we pop the cops That's when they gettin petrol You better watch your step
biting, quicker than lightning every time that Webby gets up on the track 'Cause you know I done it, I kick it, pun it, and bun it, step to me and you
special like they 30 I cam along way from four steps in section 8 Niggas eatin on these beats Get yourself a plate And I'm a step away One hit, one breath
and fear he takes a few steps away Lifting shadows off a Dream once broken She can turn a drop of water Into an ocean And she listens openly He pours
rights So get up, step up, trip to the hip-hop set up We do it for the love and the extra buck Constant like the ocean tide, we take it worldwide
so they can't be defeated My reason is blind if you follow my meaning Tongue is hip hop and it's what completes him Fiending left to avoid the deamons Keep in step
takes to infiltrate And stop my forward motion California will have broken off And fell into the ocean Cause i rocked around the world With my ill type skill Step
in my home Exit out the club bouncin our domes Got that red coupe matchin the chrome Put that body in motion motion And watch it wave like ocean ocean
it off, let it off, get back Diss this twist, this is one of my flavas Guerilla's, lions and tigers, they all of my neighbours Swinging from a vine, like step
eye March through the desert one step at a time March through the desert one step at a time From the forest itself comes the handle for the axe Drop
the underrated pro, they scared to play on the radio? Who lives the lyrics, all my real niggas already know Flow for flow, no crew can step to us And
I drop the verses y'all don't deliver Take the chances y'all won't consider Got a loyal broad named Betty Who know what to do with that chrome I give
golf preparing with transactions, with russian shots of the smirnoff playing for keeps I buss in 'em 'fore she get off I run the city just pull up and drop