up all night Do you like a drug Fall asleep in the sunrise Exhausted by your buzz Hear the city waking and the little birds stir Open up a window
Oppna upp ditt fonster, sla upp din dorr Slapp in ljuset och min alskling lat allt bli som forr Lat honom veta, an finns en vag tillbaks Lat honom veta
Oppna upp ditt fonster sla upp din dorr slapp in ljuset och min alskling lat allting bli som forr lat honom veta an finns en vag tillbaks lat honom veta
fucked up (Chorus) I'm dreaming with my eyes open I got locked up I wanna go I wanna go back home I'm dreaming with my eyes open I got locked up I
thanking you for loving me. A first kiss and a last goodbye, ten long years with a paper cut that's cold and dead to me. Just open up the window, and
a tuffet With her legs gapped open wide Up came a spider, looked up inside her And said 'that pussy's wide' Little Jack Horner sat in a corner Fucking
Now what was I to be, a product of this heated pa*sion Momma got pregnant, and poppa got a piece of a*s Look how it began, nobody gave a f**k about me
ruckus [Notorious B.I.G.] Check it, I grew up a fuckin screw-up Got introduced to the game, got a ounce and fuckin blew up Choppin rocks overnight The
gotta be Open your eyes baby, recognize a player Give it up to me A fair exchange you know the game (Open your legs now) You can do the damn thang
I want and gone Nothin more than a fair exchange [Verse Two: 2Pac] Open your legs Got me watchin like it's a million, you tremble from the feelin
, He's ridin' with extra boxes of bullets and a nina and a shovel [Chorus: Carl Thomas] Who you are, One Nation under a thug and bullet scar, Young
family Now what was I to be, a product of this heated pa*sion Momma got pregnant, and poppa got a piece of a*s Look how it began, nobody gave a f**k about
Police Dispatcher .. He's headed out a window The man with the bag is running like a son of a bitch We have people with bags running across, running
left open? Ropin off the scenes of the crime smokin I got pub and I'ma nut like a SCUD see Blowin up, like I'm throwin up a beef patty Sell-outs run
a bitch! You better have your vest on cause you 'bout to come up short [shots] [VERSE 1: Richie Rich] Caught a brother one day gettin out of a cop car
't give a fuck Sneakin up on ya like a thief in the night Never givin a fuck about a sucker, I ain't the soft type So run up or shut up, boy, see, that
Nas's side, J to the Hove you about a hundred years old, you dont wana GO You look like a camel, im embarrassed to be a rapper il snatch up Beyonce and
G Unit niggas, that's what's up Disrespect me, I'll have niggas blast ya up Take my advice, don't let ya peoples grass ya up I got a fetish for the chips