never leaves on the light And some things that I tell her They just don't seem to bite It's all mixed up It's all mixed up It's all mixed up She tricks
Tradução: The Cars. All Mixed Up.
you play that song for me, And my hom-- and my homies all singin' to it, 3oh...3oh!3, I ain't callin' for a close-up, No clubs, no cars, bitches with
forget who bought you with that straight thug spin Sped up a little bit with gangsta talk with that harmony all over it hey! Bones sing, n mixed in with
Right about now, Thugs-n-harmony is on a come up So to all you bustas out there, beware Stalkin' (gat fools), walkin' jack moves [Krayzie] Woke up this
yo, tell that to the movies Bow Weezy, Mr. Get 'Em Wetter Than a pool I step up in the room, break the ice where my chain be All the bad bitches, they
ya'll Man, I know, I know I'm talkin bout pullin up in them big cars on them 22's Naw forget that, I'm talkin bout Charlie Woodsens man I'ma pull up,
way Mixed up Signals Bullet Train Cars are switched out in the crazy rain I could meet you any place If the Brakeman turns my way All this automatic
matters (oooh) So we do it how we do it All up in your face, man, I hate to put you through it I be up all night Whole crews in here Cause I don't really
station identification WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP! [Tech N9NE] When I Woke-Up, I got the mic and never chocked up Busted a verse and all the G's in Cali
up make a souflee All of y'all can get it like group-ays in your 2-way I'm livin proof that crime do pay Say hooray to the bad guy, and all the broads
else but take it easy any woman what wont please me I'll give her up anytihng that wont touch me or move me ill give it up and i know your all seriouse
whispering again*} Yo, all I need is one mic.. All I need is one mic.. that's all I need All I need is one mic.. all I need niggaz All I need is one mic
And Queens where my drugs be, I wear Guess jeans and rugbies Yo my people from Medina they will see you when you re-up on your heater all your cream go
Chillin God [Dre] Niggaz is up in here hittin some of this CHRONIC nigga [Nas] Yeah and this chocolate over here They mixed this shit up [Dre] Nigga
peep how it's mixed in The beef is now sickenin, everybody got paper Words of power, because of it the cops hate ya The government watchin all of those
