Don't want to go up and down, don't want to go up and down Don't want to go up and down, don't want to go up and down Oh, come on, you don't have to
Traduzione: The Cars. Up And Down.
Dress up like a bitch mane all day errday Selling promethazine hopping weed crystal meth and bricks Independent rappers dealing with radio politics After parties merchandises shows and verse licks Internet and
and shooting dice, sneaking in the movies twice Staying up and watching Cops, walking outside in Michael socks Being afraid of chicken pox, check my bowl on Magnavox Running up and down
clutch, without a pop in your drawas Be slipping and dipping, and find a chopper to your jaws H-Town's my home, and bar no jacker and his mama Load it up
cars, big chains and big glocks Playboy bunnies in cuts or bar, I'm holding grain in candy drops Counting stacks and bleeding blocks, when the boys talk down and
it up and swallow it Now take the dick, and tongue kiss the other bitch Menage tois, man they love this shit Rule one, you gotta make the hoe Break the hoe, and
town, And I'm feeling down It was worse than he had ever seen, The fire was higher than the highest trees, Up went the church, Up went the steeple, Cars
up the monitor Waking up the auditors da dum da dum da dum [Verse 2] And I've seen war and some, Survived the slaughter son, Kids play cops and robbers
da dum And I?ve seen war and some Survived the slaughter son Kids play cops and robbers and not with the water guns And yeah picture me And big brotherly
flow (ah hah) And everywhere she hear is the Lamborghini door Raisin' up, closin' down, so the panties 'bout to go She know she won't be way down in her tummy And
live girls make me so horny I had a ho doin' this and him Marquis had a ho doin' her and him China Man have them gettin' down low My boy King B was bringin
you can't see that you're really playin' dummy Gucci rags and Bronze, shinin' grills of chrome Frontin' in a caddy you don't even own You're soft, and
and never sit We're 2 live, 2 black, 2 strong Doing the right thing, and not the wrong So listen up, y'all, to what we say We won't be banned in the U
sun light up the city As I roll through sidin', sittin real pretty It's a hot summer day and I feel good So I turned up some music and hit the neighborhood
price ain't nothin nice, workin they thing for they change make a nigga wanna stain and bang up they brains see they cold slidin up and down that pole
Leavin ya spleen to pick up Half of you ni**az is softer than a Snicker Let's go to war and see who draw quicker and still I rise, and still I rise... [
left - teardrops and closed caskets (throw it up fool, hey ni**a, haha) Tell me how you feel homey (Yeah, it took a week to go down) You recollects and
