once to hear you say Give up the sun, give up the sun Give up the sun, give up the sun Give up the sun, give up the sun One hundred thousand times I
Перевод: The Gun Club. Give Up The Sun.
up. Woopty Doo! Just bought an Escalade truck Woopty Doo! Put some 26s on it Woopty Doo! She be looking pretty, don't it? Woopty Doo! You hit the club
Grill me in the club 'cause they can't ball Hate shot callers, hate them ballers Back in control, now I call orders It's no fun fleeing under the gun
Up befo the sun rise quicker than the drug dealers Tell me if it's on nigga then we first to bomb Bust on these bitch-made niggaz hit em up WESTSIDE!!!
business, there's too many roughnecks Give two of these to Flex, tell him it's real rap like Ghost Had to beat niggaz with toast clubs V.I. clientele
in the club cause they can't ball hate shot callers, hate them ballers, back in control now I call orders it's no fun fleeing under the gun, because
pallet A pain with blood of my name in vain sun up in it I'm gonna break it down the walls And try to stop me from poppin' my gun up in it Skits onto
can stop akin', so, so intimidated by the slow flow Hurt my feelings is a no, no Let me sit beside you at the sun beach Got me trippin' off the sun
them when they fell An ambulance rolled up - a state trooper close behind Tweeter took his gun away and messed up his mind The undercover cop was left tied up
sitting in a night-club Hey hey hey I'm drinking champagne Hey hey hey somebody calls me it's closedown time again Hey hey hey I'm on the Riviera Hey hey hey soaking up the sun
you know im able son,[reload] my tool makes a sound like a staple gun, [reload] betta run. You scared you wanna live...[reload] give it up, kno you
thug nigga Up before the sun rise, quicker than the drug dealers Tell me if it's on, nigga then we first to bomb Bust on these bitch, made niggaz hit 'em up
with an extra click Good riding my dick chunckin up your hood She like the girls that kick the freestlye verse In the club you pack my gack in yo
[trigger tha gambler] There a toker, under the numb, scumb looker Get the gatherin, big willy, me, thug rich and booker The gun to gun, face off, street
I'm 24 inches above the gun creek Get these hoes deep, so you pack yo heat. (Ali) What up Spud? Up next representin' V.I.P. King Jacob and Suga Chi!!! (
send em Rhymes set you jumped like I poured king cobra over ya Guess what, this is a stick up Give me back my shit before I start pickin' bricks up Garbage
Gametes and rocks all up in my eye This fo' real-violence it takes,we get payed And the drop-top Twista Rosa-Let the sun hit the face...nigga Woody
