Down on the street there's a police attack And you've got to find out So you suck on a cranberry candy They look so sad when you call 911 But you've
Tulkojums: Green, Adam. Down uz ielas.
space She'd heard the voices from outer space Saying, "Never trust a man with egg on his face" Three months later Mrs. B stands A smile on her face, blood on
your leaders heaters on their adam's apple Keep quiet, be silent the sphere no weak vibe We defy, a new in it root, for street wise Got to stop it, and
a fatter flow to be hittin on now it's just a smidgen like a pidgeon I be shittin' on sittin on a futon... slip the larger roots on I'm the type of brotha
-fish: Armed 'n dangerous, reproach wit cautium! Ensemble: De whole thang down, 'cept de nivea lotium! Thing-fish: Rub it on good, now! Ensemble: An
to me, it takes tiles to tango. Come on. JOE No, no, not on the same floor as Valentino! NORMA Oh come on, come on, come on. Get up. Follow me. And
gear, A drink Street Vybz like its Lite Beer, On private jets mi fly Leer, Adis nuh Nike Air, Mi skin paint up like bike flare, Dat a di easy street,
north', where they 'bath in gravy' Sarees seen on cobbled streets Down south it's a top coat warmer 'kiss me quick' on Margate beech English blood runs
A drink Street Vybz like it's Lite Beer, On private jets mi fly Leer, Adis nuh Nike Air, Mi skin paint up like bike flare, Dat a di easy street, Yuh know
your leaders heaters on their Adam's apple Keep quiet, be silent the sphere no weak vibe We defy, a new in it root, for street wise Got to stop it, and
