i found my place in the sun, lied my way there. i've looked in youre eyes, i'm coming clean. i've made up my mind. to lie would be to compromise and
I found my place in the sun Lied my way there I've looked in your eyes I'm coming clean I've made up my mind I've made up my mind To lie would be to
Traduzione: Get Up Kids. Coming Clean.
, when I flip, with my thirty-eight Revenge is a bitch, and my hit shake the murder rate Word to the mutha, I'm touched When moms come by, niggaz hush or get
dealers and crooked cops, the only way to stop the beasts And only we can change, it's up to us to clean up the streets It ain't the same Too many
know how I get down, I'm fresh out the pound NYPD crit the flip, get on some New York undercover shit Fuck wit dogs you ain't familiar wit, and get bit
Got that government grant Get money in advance When you're sick from shooting up Medicaid pays full portion When little Maria gets knocked up She gets a free abortion [Chorus] How come
Gotta get away, get away Gotta gimmie some time to breathe Gotta walk into the sun, ah ah ah C'mon ladies come ride wit' me Gotta get away, get away Gotta
rhyme at a time like kids acting up Wild like the fight in a club, heads is backing up In the meantime, disinfect your filth club, filled with clean rhyme
Yeah! So come clean and keep it real if you my sound What, I can have it Take that take that take that That fly ish Uh, Clark Kent So come clean and
the Smith brothers, my whole label And everybody out there supportin east coast Alright, well this is A+ Now you should get his autograph sweetheart cuz he?s about to blow up
clockin We clean got love for the whole game To go change fake I.D.'s and the code names but no lames 3 op's and theres more to come we all as one Recognize
my shit, it's fucked up At least smell like a project cut You ain't had the decency to clean up You, ya ma, and children, can pack up Please hurry before
you California's got the girl I love, the mountain's rising up above The beach scene, so clean, parties raging every night The clean air, millionaire
Cause he wants to sleep in till eight If I don't remind him it's time to get up He tells me it's my fault he's late Now I clean up the kitchen till noontime
Pop you my umbrella, come help your son with the weather Soon we come together like man and man and build Play space, cards face up, I've come to deal
followin' Coast is clear from the east coast to South America, MEDELLIN Known for doin dirt but my tracks clean As I whistle you get hit by a missle
