leave your father or leave your son And you can leave your clothes on A nerve so sleek has entered your head Take up your sickle, throw it and leave your
Traduzione: La Chiesa. Leave Your Clothes On.
gotta leave, SEE-YA I got your bags packed, I got your bags packed You gotta leave you gotta leave you gotta leave check it Umm, get your clothes, use
palm So punish your people while I'm up on the podium Pharaohs folding 'em, like washed clothes again I'm a vulture when the flow go choke your kin Broke
your shoulders broad (where my)WARRIORS if you stand up under preasure like da hebrew boys and your soul is strong (where my) WARRIORS God fearin gentlmen, generals, get in your
, yo I love your shit! I got all your shits, yo.. yo yo, can I get an autograph? can I get some- Yo I got all your vinyl pieces! I got all the vinyls..
blunt or kush Cause you 'round too many crowds Nigga, get yourself together Go get your brain a bath Go to church Start listenin', get on the right path Ya steady on
dust Stale with conversation that hangs on your clothes like smoke The wooden clock said she would dance dressed only in flower As the jazz band drowns the hysterical bird that it spits out on
like the way I stick and make the bed rock or how I lick and leave her twisted like a dreadlock, and it's on So stop the sweatin like a wristband And
we drop, make the average head burst So do the knowledge on the very next verse I heard a brother say, "I wash the clothes, I cook your food I pay your
50 shots Ain't no stoppin' till it's finished Rag tag, leave ya fizad with bullet holes On yo bizack with bloody clothes you know Thug niggas Like sockets
', the Crip and Blood way I'm on grates when i'm grindin' I'm on stakes when i'm dinnin' And on sunday's on the wine Is you can't calm the savage beast
Just humped on Sally, Pam's in church Derrick bust in, Beau just froze White shit on his nose, Sally getting her clothes Screams, "Get ready for your
bank lobby invert-her-purse Taking advantage of my perks lookin' up skirts-perverse Had to pistol whip a clerk...someone nurse-the-jerk You can either leave on
, is ya' ready i'll leave yo' set wetted slugs flyin' high, got yo' body real heavy you can't move, ya' got buff now your stuck left Wayne on the set,
it's on like that Kids lookin for Saint Nick Just leave me some cookies and get off my damn dick You want a present? Nigga, please Your house is a wreck
You can't smoke a blunt or kush Cause you 'round too many crowds Nigga, get yourself together Go get your brain a bath Go to church Start listenin', get on the right path Ya steady on
t tripping on your money, we ain't tripping on your ride We ain't trying to knock your hustle, we ain't plexing with your side We ain't hating on your