, I'm runnin' in the rain Gonna run till my feet are raw Slip kid, slip kid, slip out of trouble Slip over here and set me free Slip kid, slip kid, second
'm runnin' in the rain Gonna run till my feet are raw Slip kid, slip kid, slip out of trouble Slip over here and set me free Slip kid, slip kid, second
Перевод: Кто,. Slip Kid.
m runnin' in the rain Gonna run till my feet are raw Slip kid, slip kid, slip out of trouble Slip over here and set me free Slip kid, slip kid, second
I'm runnin' in the rain Gonna run till my feet are raw Slip kid, slip kid, slip out of trouble Slip over here and set me free Slip kid, slip kid, second
Moms wouldn't take it, the bitch still hates me One day she said, go rake leaves, I said, make me! I'm proud to announce I was probably the first kid Who
to know who else may have been you before I want a lover I don't have to love I want a girl who's too sad to give a fuck Where's the kid with the chemicals
slip cuz I'm too sick to be dismissed (yeah) F what you think I know I'm lyrically gifted like a kid that opened up a rap booklet on Christmas you win
saw you i been lookin for a purpose Well i met this kid who thought like i did He had a weird way of lookin at it This is what he said Slip out the back
sat back thought up a new track Didn't fantasize kicked the pure facts Motherfuckers got scared 'cause they was unprepaired Who would tell it how it really was? Who
Randy Mac is clockin a stupid grip On the party track I'm cold lampin But when the Syndicate rolls I be jackin You thought I fell off, I ain't even slipped
This is it, dope from the fly kid The Ice mic is back with the high bid Suckers you've lost 'cause players you're not, gangstas you ain't You're faintin
I'm gonna slip, you're a fool Hey yo, could you drop it for me please? Bring the drama, flip it back to the Brown bomber Holla, holla, now who wanna
sweeper, nigga Quick to leave your whole block shook an' shot at From fuckin' round with the Midack Eleven, twenty-four, act 47 Fuck who's standin' around
razor would be a mack demon Hit you up, leave your whole face screaming, what you in for kid? Busting nuts, taps heard of million street stories caught inside this trap Who
being nervous Sometimes I'm thinking God made me special here on purpose So all the while 'til I'm gone make my words important so If I slip away, if
