Testi:
Hay And Stone

it up, and I supplied the kitchen My momma was at work and never really paid attention Bitches comin in and out, fuckin, gettin blowed A couple of my

show fi stone wi Mek dem know a di eagle and the hawk dem surround wi Well bwoy like a mi nuh battyman nah guh crown mi Media and the press a try dem

I was there knock it out put on my boots and get the hell up out of there You know a rapper's rule, in and out before the snare And as far as parting

the river I remember windy town We come so far and we move so fast Making hay see it all go past Round the world and round again Up and down on that

attention to our pimpin Flict, Nino, and the Juice We tear the club up thugs and bitches [Kilo] Bone solid! Cuz papa was a rolling stone Gotta get em on and

poppin 65432 and here comes the 1 and that's for real [chorus] I'm bending cornersin my Cadillac Pistol under my seat wit a sack full of crack Smoking hay (hay

leave the scene And go and hide out An miss the trippin Trippin an clippin Lets get to dippin Mutherfuck gonna die Becouse he lied About my hommie flippin Swole head and

(G.Kooymans/B.Hay) And when I die tomorrow Go tell the trees How much I loved you Go tell the wind That climbs up the trees and makes the branches fall

But your face cracks a smile when you see it shining You feel things in your own way And I?m supposed to lay down and bow to you I?m tired of bailing hay