world just slaps your face Yet what we do from day to day All we ever do and say Is take a look around And turn the other way Turn the other way Turn
true Take your blinkers off Show it to the world It's up to you! Turn away your faces from the crowd Turn away your faces from the crowd Turn away your faces
Traduzione: Il Movimento. Turn Away vostri volti.
Fool, I'll turn your ass upside down and shake the motherfuckin' change out your pocket, and empty out your wallet And tell your bitch to give me fifty
the West Side where my niggaz run this up [Verse 2: Mr. Ski] This ain't rap dog, this is gangster I got the niggaz runnin' up that'll shank ya Put your face
round like a merry-go-round, girate. She got it from her auntie n 'em it's in her genetics California face with a booty from Texas Turn a preacher to
for dead with your face inside of your plate of pasta For bein' a Hasa, salude to my crew to prosper (salude) You know how we do, we ice pick your boulder
The laws looking for you, they questioned your crew They questioned your boo, now they coming for you They kicked in your do', and found all your snow Your
price is right, we'll twist ya neck Cats get they wig cracked, for disrespect Plus a slug in your thigh, with a hole in your sweats I'm that nigga on your
'm first you second rate, you should of had a P.A. When rumors circulate, i don't advocate You choose your own fate, and get the fuck out my face I use
it (you want it) I'll see you (see you) In the mornin' (in the mornin') [Chorus:] Wanna put my fingers through your hair Wrap me up in your legs And love you till your
can say for yourself is I love ya And it's written all on your face (all over your face) That you wanna meet me at your place I don't want To approach
twitter)with a speaker Ooohhhhhhh Follow me now I'll be your leader (oohhhh) We ain't stoppin until your body needs a freezer (ohhhh) Turn up the radio (turn
to the L-L-A J D-Troit I to the L-L-A [x2:] With that raw shit Turn it up loud in your car shit Finger tips split that cigar shit Let's smoke nigga
jog and pace Where loners low what they gaze Where the corners slow at a chase Where they tarts and turn in the maze With the pistol upon your face (runtaa
wasteland This time you've tried All that you can turning you red Change my attempt good intentions Should I, could I Here we are with your obsession
out Last call for drinks, I'll have another stout. Well I turn around to look for you, you're nowhere to be found, I search the place for your lost face
smell your perfume when Im walking down the hall I turn to hope its you But I fail every time when I think that youre behind me Cause youre always a step