Run my baby run my baby run Run from the noise of the street and the loaded gun Too late for solutions to solve in the setting sun So run my baby run
run, my baby, run, my baby, run Run, my baby, run, my baby, run Run, my baby, run, my baby, run Run, my baby, run, my baby, run Run, my baby, run, my
Traduzione: Spazzatura. Run Baby Run.
truth is, you useless Adolescents tryin to run a dull rap cars They crash and now they shit in my garbage barge Mark Moog outlaw at large, thought you
", but I'm tryna cop some cars Run up in the club that's popping and cop the bar And everything I hear is garbage to me You know where I be faggot, bring
candle wax, pump water we camel backs Not camel toes, sandal cat can't do jack Place a order well cancel that jaffe set it Any problems baby, come to harlem baby
interconnected introspective perspective The more pretentious, the more apprehensive the sentence Hip-Hop made me, Hip-Hop praise me Ain't nothin' changed me since 1980 Involuntary catalepsy, BATTLE ME BABY
You ain't never seen a millions I'm raking, in Get a garbage bag I be talking trash let me throw away my swag I be talking Math, baby they be talking
buckin' the heat Ya' line straight like ya' life support fuckin' with me Cuz when it comes to showdowns you know now ya' teams garbage Man I'm heartless run
slick walking talking rhyming dictionary Give me a mob Let me champ one Steadily handsome Black and like temper tantrums Spitting like automatic handguns Can't run Your style is more garbage
"Stafalla", but I'm tryna cop some cars Run up in the club that's popping and cop the bar And everything I hear is garbage to me You know where I be
in the Strolls Lexus and Rolls parked in twenty-car garages Living the largest, with Oriental massages in garbage Shit, I get down for mine Terror Squad run
of dead pregnant women with brooms jammed in their wounds Slit your carpet and rugs, and fucked your apartment up Sticking up all the drugs, and jumping in garbage
just like to know Just who you think you are I'm gettin' tired of wagging That old heavy garbage can Your woman's gettin' tired Of being your ole handy man I have to run
