touch me Soaking through Hold your colors against the wall, When they take everything away, Hold your colors against the wall Soaking through Hold your colors
te has olvidado de lo que escribi Pero me conoces Y es tu decision Y a su tiempo me daras lo que es mejor Coro: Todos mis anhelos tienen tu color Tienen
introduce you to the life You need the life, the life needs you Everything is nice Let me welcome you to my world Everything's in living color plus the
out like refreshin club serum I'm deadly as bite venom but I'm far from a snake I'll hit you up on your birthday while you cuttin your cake [Chorus:
a problem Uh uh, born in California Clean your clock, open your can of tuna Make a choice to see the hail lord's heaven Get your chest laid out wit the
top, born in Cali-forn-ia Clean your clock, open your can of tuna Make a choice to see the hell or it's heaven Get your chest layed out wit the FM 57
got a problem Uh uh, born in California Clean your clock, open your can of tuna Make a choice to see the hail lord's heaven Get your chest laid out wit
your eyes I was reading your plays Put a light to my smoke with a shotgun kiss Find your lips through the haze With a twist in my glass, baby And you whisper your
it softly, kiss you on your rosey lips and never let you off me. shiver on your roof and see your face lit by starlight, hold you through the night and watch that colorado
can be Nas's wife Place school, study law I'mma pay your tuition Come on campus, buy you books Do your babysitting My unusual style make your future unwild
a red beam Hit you all up in your head Then stomp your body out good after you dead Mother fucker I'll cut your blue coogie off You can catch me on the
hold the rubber I send +Sparks+ at you and I don't mean Emilio or Bubba I'm aimin for a video cover, huge tall bustas A pound and a philly hold the smuggler
'm here, so shut your motherfucking mouth, and show me love, bitch [Chorus] I just wanna love, for the rest of my life (I don't love you, bitch) I wanna hold
the gun Mother Superior jumped the gun Happiness is a warm gun Happiness is a warm gun When I hold you in my arms And I feel my finger on your trigger
winter night in chi town You know you ain't hot homie pipe down See the label done got a nigga hype Stop runnin round lyin bout your mutha fukin life
should be thankful and your carelessness, it is something awful. No I can't just let you go and though your father's name is known, your decisions now are yours
seein shit on slant Plant beatings on niggaz and celebrate a war chant Diabolic how we manifest raw logic Chronological time, we bring niggaz the raw project Hold
feel the soul up in my raps and your face is the gutter we slap Make you crash all in your whip when you drive I hope your seatbelt's strapped, aight
