callan y el haze no falla cuando empieza la batalla En el club, la gente se prepara cuando llego. En el club, a este ritmo quien le pone freno. En el club
system 'bout to kill me a nigga. See, I remember back in the days, loadin' my A.K., Ridin' 'round in my Impala with my lungs full of haze. That's when
: (feat. 50 Cent) [Hook - 50 Cent] This is how we do We make a move and act a fool while we up in the club This is how we do Nobody do it like we do
In my system bout to kill me a nigga See,I remember back In days loadin my a.k ridin round in my impala with my lungs full of haze that's when I didn
son, in the kingdom we got it down We smokin up the green shit money no Bobby Brown It's funny how we blaze it in the club, in the spliff or in the blunt
pot til they brains rot (uhh-oh) Stop they blood flow until they veins clot I need a pain shot, and a shot of plain scotch Purple haze and acid raindrops
and haze I'm making dubs they hating cause I'm on the grind like I'm making love with cops got the block hot like a jamaican club cop wait, wait for a
up everybody Get up on the floor and party [Verse 1] (Nas) I move at night, respect my gangsta Ready for whatever you bring, the mood is right The club
wheel spokes They was organizing, investing in a piece of the hood They had drugs, bettin numbers, police understood They played the Cotton Club, red
: yeah yeah ich kiffe grade wieder frische ware ungestreckt wichser nichts mit glas oder haare purple, silver, amnie ganz egal hauptsache haze verschlaegt
places were you never been at I'm well known well they sell mercedes bens at cause I park several of them things were I live at cause ra be in the club
wanna get signed Drive a four door ride Be more fly, 'till then I'll just soar by With a wave I'm a bad indicate Sit back in the shade While I'm passin' the haze
takin they woman Imma put it to you like this I tell ni99az hey Dont bring your woman to the club Dont bring your main squeeze to the club You what I
like chicken pox, turn the bass up just a notch You see them blades choppin', you see that trunk poppin' Ho's that diss me in the club, the same ho's
: I wish I could have you Here In my clutches To remove the excuses from your mind To part that haze and slice your soul to pieces To sing a lullaby
