I found my place in the sun Lied my way there I've looked in your eyes I'm coming clean I've made up my mind I've made up my mind To lie would be to
Tradução: Get Up Kids. Coming Clean.
i found my place in the sun, lied my way there. i've looked in youre eyes, i'm coming clean. i've made up my mind. to lie would be to compromise and
the only ones that make pimpin look easy Tell me how I'm gonna make my album cleaner With bitches suckin me up like vacuum cleaners Even chickens wanna
this clean yea, summers gonna appose you, Please don't make me be the someone that expose you, (Word Word!) I snatch yea kids, or someone that you close
clock news You ride in a what (what's up), don't get it fucked up Or twisted, cause you'll get it twisted and fucked up And die in that truck (be cautious
: Uncle chucky Will you read us a bedtime story please huh please Alright You kids get to bed I'll get the story book Heeeeereeeee weeee go Slam the
and come bang witchu? Oh now it's ?Fuck Game? nah ***** fuck you! I put that on my life, matter a fact that's on Paru, And reality is I get dot to end up
You cant stop cuz you never started And both of ya niggas sound plain retarded ( Duhh ) Why did y'all get pimpin started Two young girl who still get
: "Uncle Chucky? Could you read us a bedtime story please, huh please? " "Alright, you kids get to bed, I'll get the story book. You all tucked in? " "
Let's turf talk before you niggaz thuggin it up It don't matter if you Crip'n, or Blood'n it up Dallas Squad blooded it up, smashin on sight But he hoppin
dealers and crooked cops, the only way to stop the beasts And only we can change, it's up to us to clean up the streets It ain't the same Too many
when I flip, with my thirty-eight Revenge is a bitch, and my hit shake the murder rate Word to the mutha, I'm touched When moms come by, niggaz hush or get
know how I get down, I'm fresh out the pound NYPD crit the flip, get on some New York undercover shit Fuck wit dogs you ain't familiar wit, and get bit
: [Krayzie] Who be the niggas that's sneakin' the pistol up in the party Drinkin' that 151 Bacardi Drunk and finna fuck up somebody... (Bone Thugs) Keepin
got all my fuckin' jewelry Local niggas, got me fucked up Bone Thugs bitch Runnin' and we thuggin' it up Look at a creepin' on ah come up Ooooh, we
