Lyrics:
shinin through my rearview watchin, 'cause I'm paranoid thinkin that I might have been spotted,as I pass by watchin I relax 'cause I'm home now, had
run they mouth, but
Killers don't talk.
[Chorus: x2]
You no Kris, I'm Kros, y'all ran, we walked.
No Limit niggas got Ghetto Dope by pounds
goodness, oh my goodness, oh my god
I'm coming with the goodness
Acting like I ain't been in it, like I ain't been pushing my limit
Hold up, wait up, get
From the album non album tracks
Five minutes to midnight and the mood is right
A lot of wine, a 'lil music, slow dancing by candlelight
Can't you
Super Bowl
Ich will den Himmel, ich kenne kein Limit
Super Bowl
Ich werd' zur Legende und alle wollen faken
Super Bowl
Die wollen mich nerven und fang'
hit that replay
Imma make it on one of these days
Only got my rhymes to be the keepsake
Where the album at? Got no release date
Staring at the top got
there by my side
Uplifted
Tell me whats the mission
Headed to the top got an eagles ambition
Headed to the top cuz the sky is the limit
Headed to the top
don't touch the crown
By the way, that's Uncle Brown
A gyal dem a run me down, cuh
(I got it, yeah) this is soul baby
The kind of soul that gave
Stella
limits like
Bank is empty so I might tell a couple lies
Bout the money, her and I, oh we like to fight
Thats why you see me all the time she not by my side
Yeah woah, Cudi
Yeah
It's summer time, Cudi vibes, when my minds right, go for the goal line
Juke by the nay sayers and the two times
Leave 'em in
HoodFace, I'm back in the booth today
Two albums out and I'm here to stay
Still in them sky limits of "Fly Away"
38 where I use to crash in place
Give me the cue
Skip the introduction
Proceed the lip function
The junction get rushed by some grimy people busting weed
Splatter your melons like
of shit was never given to me
That shits a fallacy told by the enemy
Trying to get ahead of me
They dead to me, everybody dead to me
Everybody know that
Uh uh uh uh
I play these games like it’s russian roulette
Come and collect, the dope
For your brothers in debt
Hung by the neck, the rope
Choke ya
having what you need
Just got a manicure I ain't bagging up no weed
I'm sagging in my jeans ‘cause my credit card limit
Is large with traffic like
limit soldier
Y'all ain't ready, get motherfuckin' ready, and hit 'em up mia
[mia x]
Open it up, make way for a bitch that's down
Stand aground and move
their music
Underground conspiracy, but this ain't used by No Limit
Mad 'cause you didn't blow up, the victim of your own wack gimmick
But some fools
limit's
A nigga touch my brother Ev
Imma bust his head
Heard him talking choppy on the net
When niggas seen us in public
It was nothing said
In his kit
Yeah
Look
Take a lil minute
Just to roll one and hit it (huh)
Find a lil spot
Outskirts no limit (huh)
Flame to the game
Talkin' tithes I give it
I'ma soldier!
Stick in my chrome receiver, and I fins to get it on
Influenced by the dolja
Blastin' at the rollers
Callin' couple of soldiers
I'ma soldier!
Stick in my chrome receiver, and I fins to get it on
Influenced by the dolja
Blastin' at the rollers
Callin' couple of soldiers
don't understand i'm misunderstood
Give Interscope two more albums
Then I'm done for good
Sold 10 million records, ain't leave the hood
It's a cold world,
faixa do álbum “Canções Para Ninar” dos Garotos Podres (Radical Records/1993). Regravamos esta música pois julgamos que – mesmo depois de 25 anos – ela,
That's why y'all been waitin' so long
For my next album it's been year long
So when it hits it'll be strong
No more waitin' it's been too long
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