Asleep in black, there's no light in the crack. The crooked fingers for you. No, don't ya dare say a prayer, it's just the nights in your mare. Oh, the long forever you'll do.
Now who got the fever for the flav',. who can dig the way that I flex on a track, I'm causin' rampage.. Ricky Rick on point with the 9-5 style from my lips,.
I'm dead my life's been sold. All my years are cold. No trees to hide my head. All my roads are red. And in the Easter. I will see that same old sun that shone.
On your feet, whos with me?. On your feet, whos with me? Right. . One world, made better. In sleight, hard bitter. There is no compromise. Your pain, your worth, your sacrifice.
Ha!. Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh. . I'm chillin' with my guys,. We steppin' out tonight,. Hit a spot that's looking fly. You know we keep it tight,. Hop on my ride it's on.