seem to get enough I've got you inside You're giving me a rise And you're taking me over Still I'm feeling you In my mind and in my system Powder's
Перевод: Sky. Порошок.
[busta rhymes] Oh my gosh, oh my gosh It’s a sunny day and the sky is bright Take her to the mist everything is right No need to make bets cause I met
motherfuckers and just back up quickly Your style is sickly but you persist to get me or outwit me with the style that I created years ago when I was sellin powder
't take me to jail Don't want to cop a plea I swear with me it don't matter cause to her I'm guilty Lets go Right hand to the sky Strike me down if I
and rye Farewell to you old southern sky I'm on my way - on my way If all you got to live for is what you left behind get yourself a powder charge and
Picture a bright blue ball just spinning, spinning free Dizzy with eternity Paint it with a skin of sky, brush in some clouds and sea Call it home for
' pointin' fingers at the problems That's why I hate my baby mama I'm just a nigga from the very bottom Skippin' classes, goin' 8 balls or the white powder
paper Too many niggas complaining pointin' fingers at the problem That's why I hate my baby momma I'm just a nigga from the very bottom Skippin' classes, throwin' 8-balls into white powder
Oh my gosh, oh my gosh It's a sunny day and the sky is bright Take her to the mist everything is right No need to make bets 'cause I met a bookie Today
fun, get it, get it Get it, get it, get it, get it Ecsatic, fantastic, get it Wow, get it, wow, speedball Bad news and good dope Powder, potion, pills
water technique! Hai! Ha, ha! The sky is high, the cloud is low But my water technique is hard to think That the earth can absorb water, hai! Hai! The sky
Countin' till my fingers' red, how you gon' judge a man Walkin' in the shoes of a man with a broken leg? Flame on the trail headed for the powder keg
Styles] If you love the money, then prepare to die for it [DMX] Niggas done started something [Styles] You can lay in the plains or hug the sky for it
there who's f***in' with Sheek, Styles, and J C'mon what comes around goes around and I'm waitin' to die I smoke weed in a cloud make my face in the sky
doing nothing, but running his mouth *** around and feel the fury of a high, *** When I get busy, throw your hands in the sky, *** I got the illest
about money, why we wastin' time? [Fat Joe - Verse 2] Neck on froze, thanks to the hoes; Pussy never plummet, pimp 'til I'm gone; Powder white work,
it ain't about money, why we wastin' time? Neck on froze, thanks to the ho's Pussy never plummet, pimp 'til I'm gone Powder white work, let's get this
