m runnin' in the rain Gonna run till my feet are raw Slip kid, slip kid, slip out of trouble Slip over here and set me free Slip kid, slip kid, second
, I'm runnin' in the rain Gonna run till my feet are raw Slip kid, slip kid, slip out of trouble Slip over here and set me free Slip kid, slip kid, second
'm runnin' in the rain Gonna run till my feet are raw Slip kid, slip kid, slip out of trouble Slip over here and set me free Slip kid, slip kid, second
Tradução: Que, el. Slip para niños.
I'm runnin' in the rain Gonna run till my feet are raw Slip kid, slip kid, slip out of trouble Slip over here and set me free Slip kid, slip kid, second
Fam Guess who Whats hood? Ya'll niggas think I'm twisted huh? But act up and come see how drunk I am [Verse 1: Fabolous] Nah I ain't slip one bit But
break ya back, baby It's like that from the front to the back, baby [Verse 1: Fresh Kid Ice] An original dicksmith, one of the three Fresh Kid Ice,
: [Verse 1: Fresh Kid Ice] I remember back when, how the Kid got scarred Beggin' for pussy; bitches actin' hard I gots no play for the lack of papers
crazy Slip for cock the gun but he didn't run like a punk He shoulda had the gauge in the trunk For spunk is what he had, kid, I'd ratha attack Big Now
to know Who else may have been you before I want a lover I don't have to love I want a girl who's too sad to give a fuck Where is the kid with the chemicals
nothing that I want, nothin' that you need say. Just let me lie down a while and I'll be on my way. I was no more than a kid when you put me on the
gonna bounce off this ninety-five Soul Assassins Cypress Hill joint. Yo we want everybody out there to throw their hands up... ...so get it on kid! Verse
, the bitch still hates me One day she said, "Go rake leaves," I said, "Make me!" I'm proud to announce i was probably the first kid Who was kicked out
next level To grab DeNevel's Getting funky like the devil Brothers from the Bijou So why you wanna trip Just play the side lines Kid, and wait for me to slip
dollar bill And it ain't on Macy's window sill And it ain't on no rich kid's road map And it ain't in no fat kid's fraternity house And it ain't made
die harder like my kid Bruce Willis Drummond I love girlies waxing and milking Got more excuses than my man Dave Scilkin Predetermined destiny is who