Letras:
Higher The Burn And Turn

And we try and we try to deny it To keep from the burn and turn (oh yeah, to keep from the burn and turn) We're lost in translation Without a place

And we try and we try to deny it To keep from the burn and turn (oh yeah, to keep from the burn and turn) We're lost in translation Without a place

be And we try and we try to deny it To keep from the burn and turn (oh yeah, to keep from the burn and turn) We're lost in translation Without a place

in the beginning and between each verse} [Cassidy] Yeah, I go by the name of Cassidy the Hustler And I brought two of my niggaz with me and we about

like humans, towns run by young guns, Outlawz and truants, shit's deep Turn eighteen, burn my will when I go Burnt my body with my shotty, or chosin my

comes to the phone book Jersey them niggas they think I'm crazy and creepy And as we speak they tryin to find me a therapist Rapid fire I clap and hire

Dogg in this muhfucka perved out, M.O.B. Big Suge in the Low-Low, bounce and turn Dogg Pound in the Lex, wit a ounce to burn Got them Watts niggaz with

turnin back I'ma keep hustlin as long as dope fiends keep burnin crack No love for these bitches cause when you down and out, They backs turn Now dig em and

makes you turn your steering wheels she gives you throb and makes you sweat all dressed up in black leather stiletto high-heels maybe some rubber don't burn