Light, light, light, light my fire, light my fire Light my fire, light my fire, light my fire Light my fire, light, light, light, light Light my, my, my, my fire, light, light, light
Пераклад: Guess Who. Light My Fire.
now, Get a pound break it down, blow it like trial, Panatella Dutchy wine in my tall glass, Young Money baby, big shit like a horse ass, Stacks in my
I'm gonna cruise past ya Yo money, don't chump yourself Put that shit back on the shelf Light rays blazin' You're out of phase and my crew's amazin'
of my building I'm feelin' the whirlwind of beef, I inhale it Just like an acrobat ready to hurl myself through the hoops of fire Sippin' 80 proof, bulletproof under my
liquor we pourin? it all day, Lookin? for drama my niggas be wildin', Hey, fuck, hey, fuck, hey, fuck, hey, fuck hey. [Verse One: Krayzie Bone] Guess who
'm in the polo rounds, polo down Feelin' like when Tony put Manolo down Y'all know who control the town Guess who's coming to dinner, mighty D?block Guess who
glass house It's been a minute so they ask where the fire went My kitchen clean, but I still got the Pilot lit Made a fortune outta fumes, my Mcguiver
Take the chances y'all won't consider Got a loyal broad named Betty Who know what to do with that chrome I give her I'm on the shitter Thinkin 'bout my
, money, money Ha ha ha ha ha Make money, money, money You *** are comical, who me? I'm seven digits, two comical on my mama, fool I'm gettin? this money
' with his badge And shinin' light in my face, plus he keeps his right hand right By his waist, the wrong move will get a gun right in my face And they
bitch Dog fall back your mutts, fuck your worms You've never seen such a sick puppy Fuck, it a sick duck, I want my duck sick mommy And my nuts licked
every candle on top Of the fire place mantle and grab my flannel And my bandanna then Kiss the naked mannequin man again You can see him standing in my
the driver My daughter Maniyah, know that the kid spit fire Reality rap, nigga check my salary cap I give guns to my soldiers with a battery pack What you know about light
I'm not your dad, not your mom, not your guardian Just a man who's on the mic, so let me entertain you My lyrical content is constantly under fire No
run, I live my life like a movie now it's way too realer Who woulda thought your baby boy woulda grew up to be a killer Yeh, now I'm a killer Guess I
You know you is not", wrote the ticket and rizz-ocked Fuck, this is for hip hop gassed up like a quick stop They light a fire under my ass nigga my shit
at a light on a late night . fire up a philly 'bout to get my head right. Stopin at a light on a late night. fire up a philly 'bout to get my head right
