[O.C.] Yeah... who run it? Yeah yeah yeah yeh yep yep! Who run it? ("Phenomenal Moses of rap") ("O.C.") ("The name alone holds Godly!") Who run it? ("
[O.C.] Yeah... who run it? Yeah yeah yeah yeh yep yep! Who run it? ["Phenomenal Moses of rap"] ["O.C."] ["The name alone holds Godly!"] Who run it? ["
Перевод: OC. Кто его запустить? (Rmx).
to makin these songs play It'll be a wrong move, to stare at me the wrong way I got a long uz', and I carry it all day (Blaow!) Sometimes it's like a
narc's don't know I'm the weatherman I take that coke leaf and make that snow Sit back, watch it turn to dope, watch it go out the door O after O,
o, o, o, yo pass that hoe After you get done wit it, yo let me hit it Bitches know how I come, I bring the cock wit it All of the thug piece you know
who Was told now trembling remembering When I timberland and down listen wait. Who’s that coming around sounding like that sound. I guess it’s dinco,
adible eats cos I eat sweets Not stakes summits I got styles Styles! Get it honney tell inning to winning Run miles and miles to the speaker Super-propelicker it
it movin', keep it movin', keep it movin' Keep it movin' along, keep it movin' along Keep it movin', keep it movin', keep it movin', keep it movin' Keep
Chorus] [Verse 2] H-N-I-C of the Houston scene I don't care how many partners that you can bring Y'all know that I'ma run it, y'all know who the king
catchin' the light, the light Speakers thumpin' hard to that Tupac and 50 track They runnin' to the corner yellin who dat, who dat (Run it back!) On
on us) Second album nigga - two guns up nigga Real L.O.X. - blaze! "We Are the Streets" nigga, y'all know who the best (C'mon) Fuck y'all niggas
you comin' with me" (Explosion) Man, that shit is crazy baby Can you dig it, can you dig it, can you feel it, is you wit it Its off the hook y'all
bodies like a cold. And stay sick So face it, make me chase it, I take your life and erase it Waste it, in the fucking streets Cuz It aint worth shit
it off?, man we assed out [CHORUS] Im just sittin' watching tv Who's that lookin' through my window Now they knockin' at my door Im not who you
I keep it gangsta y'all I'ma ride for my side in the C.P.T. God bless the memory of Eazy-E If it wadn't for me where the fuck you'd be? Rappin like the
