you And I'm high and low For yesterday High and low for you and I High and low Found a letter from a man A modern man addressed to you And now I steal
Tulkojums: Wanted. High un low.
the taste from your mouth A contemplating thinking, best champagne drinkin' Ten inch givin', extra large livin' Mercedes Benz drivin', strivin' to survivin' All the way livin' and kickin' hi fivin' Strokin' rap and
potty So she come and talk 2 me like KC, jo jo, and devante I say hi my name is weezy and I know u know Omarion I get it in like parking spots And
potty So she come and talk to me like K-Ci, JoJo, and Devante I say, "Hi, my name is Weezy and I know you know Omarion" I get it in like parking spots And
'Cause you know That you really need it And I'm the one that you want to be with But right now, baby, you dreamin' Wake up and turn the lights on '
Come on along and listen to the lullaby of Broadway. The hi-de-hi and boopa-doo. The lullaby of Broadway. The band begins to go to town and everyone
Some put stones in their chains, all yellow Me I get low in the blacked out Renault With Soldier, Dirty Danger and Lee Wello P's involved and man are like 'Hello' Hi
got knives too More sharp, and ready to outslice you About 5 dudes, waitin outside for you And what's inside is coming outside you Get me drunk, and I
And causin' collisions on the highway of information And then I head back to my prior engagement In the nation of Brooklyn Land of Trinis, Haitians, Jamaicans and
And if it ain't money then I don't look right And that don't sound right I swear you can get a full clip not a sound bit SU-WU gang and if you ain't with
the veins and snip that wait a minute You here that Yeah It's alive I just gotta wake it up Hand me that rock and lime Pour it in the cup and give it
dey wanna fuck nothin, they just want me on they arm, you know how nigga's go to stuntin Real trophy bitch from Miami got chips, make a nigga dick hard and
and deny that Emotions hoe To the rhythm of a hi-hat, take a puff and lie back Let me stimulate your mind, body and soul, I know you want to try that
, carry studs in my ear, shit Who the fuck type 'yellin'?, Say 'crud sellin' Ain?t said, 'Hi', in years think I?ma pay they bail and The nine-eight, people
And it's not to send bottles and buy y'all beer (Come) I might send over some eye contact (Come) And let you know I'm tryin' to hop on that And if you
and we made that hot You see the shit don't stop, motherfuckers pop Seven-deuce drop coney air shocks Riding through the shit like racer x And if a motherfucker flex break back and
