Я бегу, я мчусь, улетаю Ты видишь, но молчишь. Но наступит день, когда узнаю, Что скрывают мысли твои. Я боялась падать на землю. Я боюсь остаться одна
Но дело в том, что я не знаю города! Не мог бы ты меня спасти И отвезти Туда, где продается Виноград! Виноград! Виноград! Виноград
Lookie lookie lookie what I've got right here. Nibble on my cookie bet you want to dear. Maybe if you're lucky you'll get a peep show. Look but you can
Raisins come from grapes, people come from apes I come from Canada I came in first place in a nonexistent race To rebuild the Parthenon The Parthenon
Stomp, stomp them grapes and make that wine Put it in a bottle, boys, and ship it on down the line Well, I got up this morning and made it downtown Started
Peel me a grape, crush me some ice Skin me a peach, save the fuzz for my pillow Start me a smoke, talk to me nice You got to wine me and dine me Don&
The grapes in Mary's vineyard are the sweetest on the vine Old man Oscar Dill lived back in the Tennessee hills He's got him two or three stills and he
Up north doo on, big ooh south side (Give my nigga love on a seven inch slide) Up north doo on, big ooh south side (Give my nigga love on a seven inch
Aiyo I'm just lottin' thru cuz I finished with that booty call Green Acres more, lot and Queens had it all Got the beat from my man Big Stan 50 Grand
Yo This joint right here Is dedicated To the infamous, late great Donald Goines Word life, C, R, U, Cru representaion Black Girl Lost, her pop is, Daddy
Showdown, Armageddon Allah, yo, Akbar One to the chest, two to the back Three to the face with my gat, gat, gat Keep a close casket, made a son a bastard
Yo all I do is drop lethal, y'all know my people Verbally it's a massacre, I'm sharper then shanks up in Attica Choke them lethally till he suffocate
Niggas comin' XL on the exhale Crackin' Watson Avenue, dope on interval Hey, these really spray feds are watchin' Fiends comin' through beggin' I'm knock
C R U, we makin' that cream People always sayin' what the hell do rap mean Rhythm Blunt Cru, we makin' that cream People always sayin' what the hell do
What goes on, well 1 2, 1 2, 1 2, 1 2 C R U, C R U, bubblin', bubblin' 1 2, 1 2, 1 2, 1 2 C R U, C R U, bubblin', bubblin' I be that lay back loungin
Straight from L.I.P., he be, we be actin' fair I'm from the isle, I'm from the isle To the ghetto niggas and the kids on lock down I'm from the isle,
Run for the cue Lisa Lipps Was a Rolling Stone, huh Yeah, wherever she slap slob wasn't home And now she's gone, ain't no sun Shine meaning she's gone
My outlet is full of powerful niggas Electrify ya tie, spark up the lah Keep the room dark, let me fill out my high Then slap box my ghost till one of
