A million miles, a million miles I'll be with you girl, like being low Hey, hey, hey like being stoned I'll be with you girl, like being low Hey, hey
Перевод: Крекер. Низкий (например, будучи Stoned).
Перевод: Крекер. Низкая.
sister (J-Bo) Now once again, I go crunk off in the back Wit' my nigga Mark Twayne and Sean Paul off in the Lac' And now it's on the crack, and we actin
Decisions, decision Garage looks like precision collision. Or maico beats quake like Waco Just keep the bass low speakers away from your face though [Chorus: Eminem] So crack
tracer I'm on some low ish, I'm fed up wit the being broke ish I'm not to joke wit Bitch, I don't sell crack, I smoke it My brains dusted; I'm disgusted
unholy. Everybody livin soley for themselves. Too ?? on a land hell. Somebody need me. You know we lost hope and we needin it. Wit the evil it's forever. But it might be low
stackin G's, buyin all the things on TV, believe me I got some killas on my payroll, and they know When it's time to handle business, nigga lay low Although
in elementary? Heeey! I see the penitentiary, one day And runnin from the police, that's right Mama catch me, put a whoopin to my backside And even as a crack
fucked up the jux they took ? lil' boy, Streeetcchh! The cocaine I go hard when the drought come When the straps come out son niggaz know the outcome! Lay low stay low
thug lord sittin' in a cemetery cryin I've been lost since my adolescence calling for Jesus Ballin' as a youngster wondering if he see's us Young black males Crack
jack, I'll have to cancel that bitch Look at me, this is the life I chose Niggaz around me so cold, man my heart dun froze up Yo the empire on the low
enemies They love you, they love you "Cheche, get the llello" Picture me being crack, out of town, trips on the trail "Cheche, get the llello" Picture me being crack
your enemies They love you, they love you Cheche, get the llello Picture me being crack, out of town, trips on the trail Cheche, get the llello Picture me being crack
You gotta move You gotta move You gotta move You gotta move Oh... when my God gets ready You gotta move You gotta move You may be high You may be low
'm feelin low down even slow seems way too fast And now the booze don't work and the drugs ran out of gas Chorus The buzz that you be gettin' from the crack
It’s men like you That make me sick Start me off So Come on It’s men like you I’d like to crack Your head wide open And leave you smokin So come on
me it's straight whoa! People gotta have it, they really won't let go, huh Yo, I got it full control Indeed I'm ridin' high no need to lay low [GD] I
