but there's a party down in flames And I got no time to waste No I ain't feeling no pain Too high to die Oh, I'm getting - high on the flames Oh, I'm
take it I need a girl Who just wants my love Cause now is the time to make it Before the flame burns out! Before the flame burns out! Before the flame burns out! Before the flame
if you want my love Then now's the time to take it Before the flame burns out Before the flame burns out Before the flame burns out Before the flame burns out Turn up the flame
, but there's a party down in flames And I got no time to waste No, I ain't feeling no pain Too high to die Oh, I'm gettin' high on the flames Oh, I'
you want my love Then now's the time to take it Before the flame burns out Before the flame burns out Before the flame burns out Before the flame burns out Turn up the flame
it I need a girl Who just wants my love Cause now is the time to make it Before the flame burns out! Before the flame burns out! Before the flame burns out! Before the flame
there's a party down in flames And I got no time to waste No I ain't feeling no pain Too high to die Oh, I'm getting - high on the flames Oh, I'm gonna
You might learn a lil' summin' if you learn to stop frontin' My nigga look easy on three p's b-p's, rollin' locc-in' I'm runnin' wit' the Dope-man [
the g's That's why we gots bang on you Niggaz wanna fuck with me That's why I gots to bang on you Hater's wanna fuck with the g's That's why I gots bang
's what I claim That's what I represent That's where I hang Hand on the trigger pockets gettin' bigger Screwed Up Click, A.W. (echo's out) [Friends &
the R-A-B-A-P-P-L-E K-I-D-S reppin' this lovely As you can see, endlessly spitting prophecies Spitting prophecies C to the R-A-B-A-P-P-L-E Family until
topic of discussion in every nail shop It's a secret society, all we ask is trust and within a week, watch your arm freeze up Brassiere get right, A to a
yo' ass nigga Firing Squad huh? Let's go, let's go, let's go! (FI-YAHHHHHHH) M dot, O dot, P dot, we got Nigga! Do, flippa[?], uh, ohh [Verse One: Billy
Aight motherfucker.. Primo, a-heh a-hah, a-hey! Sssssss.. [Billy Danze] Yo, I was raised where, cats blaze automatic weapons and half-steppers don't