The sun's almost see through. The transparent light can be seen from towering viewpoints above scenery. So high when I look down, the thought of it has
LaGrange, it's in my veins I'm mixin' beam with coke and [Incomprehensible] And every time it's still just the same I tend to aim towards spittin thangs, it's classical
in the streets and played on the air But the homey putting us out, wasn't playing too fair Had to separate ourself, bring in a new team But sometimes the other
And now for my next number I'd like to return to the classics Perhaps the most famous classic Yo, yo, excuse me I heard the word from word of mouth That
can get very unpleasant for the saboteur. uh oh, I'm dancin with myself again. it's fun with the right music. you like to be me when other people
to write a classic No need to ask if the radio's gonna blast it Listen to the brass, whip a kick a fram 'til the lamb to the other lamb, now you're spastic
distract, we fall between the cracks Forget about each other till we get each other back Opposites distract, we fall between the cracks Forget about each other till we get each other
i'll stay up all night watching trains pass by till i think you are here pay attention please to the thought of having other absentees both your hands
shoes then i reply all u get is a big dick dat circumsized boosie dat 745 hurt they eyez u got dat LI so ima get dat other kind a mothafuckin straight
We use the pen not the gun 'cause we're number one I'm not tryin' to say my style is better than yours I'm just on some other shit I'm all about the
radio does play. The classic music is, "The March of Wooden Soldiers", and you can heard Jack say, Sweet Jane, Sweet Jane, Sweet Jane. Some people like to go out dancin'. Now other
place but fuck it i love it here i call it ma birth place wenever i walk in dey makin tha worst face surrounded by phillipinos i think of tha worst case
often the worst place But fuck it I love it here I call it my birthplace Whenever I walk in they makin' the worst face Surrounded by Filipinos I think of the worst case
out missin a grip I don't miss the blood I don't miss the crip And the other shit, maabin gangsta shit And my khakis saggin and my classic rag Dont mean
shoes then i reply all u get is a big dick dat circumsized boosie dat 745 hurt they eyez u know dat LI so ima get dat other kind im mothafuckin straight
(feat. Jim Jones, Snoop Dogg, Nas, T.I. & many others) [Jim Jones Intro] Uh huh... Jones, Dipset... Byrdgang, bitch You know what it is When you see
LaGrange, it's in my veins I'm mixin Beam with Coke and (?), and every time it's still just the same I tend to aim towards spittin thangs, it's classical
