Will melt them Got you up my sleeve Got you up my sleeve Got you up my sleeve Got you up my sleeve Hit the plane down Hit the plane down Hit the plane down
Traducere: Trotuar. Hit avion Down.
our thingamajig up in this BEYOTCH! Verse One: WC Thinkin of a master plan Cause ain't naytin but crumbs inside my hand So I, hit the stick, leaves my
medallion Stallions on both arms, rocks on both charms My Dominican chick lookin' like Scarface sister Red and curly and she wake me up early 'Cuz hustlers hit
just don't shoot black!" With the sight of fear, dragged him down six flight of stairs to the basement, and in someway, he had a trap door in the pavement
the Colt 40 Toastin' the majority, stay bent With tobacco spilt on the pavement Feelin' my beats from the basement, on this one cut No killer shit (shhhhh) That's why we hit
the hole Pavement bounce off metal meets human flesh Slum onside stagnate you got next Each day evident, parks brothers throw down One on one, it boils down
born and raised up in the ghetto Never leave the scene till the bomb smoke settled California, we're nothing but devils Though we sport blue rags and carry prison credentials Continentals, hit
Slice mics precise on down to ice carvings [Chorus 2X] [Verse Two: Inspector Deck] Yo I set the mic in flames, bomb like fighter planes MC's are shot down
Slice mics precise on down to ice carvings Chorus 2x Verse two: inspector deck Yo I set the mic in flames, bomb like fighter planes Mc's are shot down
dungeon with the cracks on the wall Buffoon I'm like a mink while you're soon to pimp a raccoon stole Vocal arrangement, ready set to hit the pavement
Outro] They be scrapin' your cantaloupe off the pavement They be scrapin' your cantaloupe off the pavement They be scrapin' your cantaloupe off the pavement They be scrapin' your cantaloupe off the pavement
it I be bombing like a plane, engulfed by Mary Jane Hogging a lane like Deebo, bo'guard like Brother Man Gripping the grain, leaving a stain on the pavement
Stallions on both arms, rocks on both charms My Dominican chick looking like Scarface sister Red and curly and she wake me up early Cus hustlers hit
Slice mics precise on down to ice carvings [Chorus x2] [Verse Two: Inspector Deck] Yo I set the mic in flames, bomb like fighter planes MC's are shot down
back behind bars So. Hit the sack at the crack of dawn Its time to rise up the attack is on The next morning we gathered on a prairie Looking down on
