m not putting it down (Slip it in) (Slip it in) It's just what it is Getting it while it's around (Slip it in) You say you don't want it You don't want
Переклад: Black Flag. Slip It In.
and I still elevate past the snakes and the crabs, Fuck it (Can you kick it?) [Redman] Huh, it's that funkdelic, funked up the spot and tell it, Fuck
the road It's the ice cream man It's the ice cream man Bitch don't you hear the music I got the shit fiends holla if you wanna use it It's the ice
could I f-ck her raw? And I just met the hoe My dick took over it aint never felt this wet before Im stressing in my mind but its way to late to stop it
this it was the year 89' He stayed the freshest, polo boots, wallies with them colorful low goose coming from Medina, we boost we up in A&S, slipping
it we just do it, floss or whatever Take care of the business, there's too many roughnecks Give two of these to Flex, tell him it's real rap like Ghost
long as we keep playing by your rules I'm leaving shit stains on your flag till I'm through time After time I bring them motherfucking facts I'm coming pro-black
running the hood and nothing can top it You can Google it and you can search it On how a nigga come and unlock it, impossible to stop it More fire, thunder
is classic, so shit you might never see again And we taxing, you don't want it nigga leave it then And we taxing, you don't want it nigga leave it then
up the suicide doors, call it homicide [Chorus] [Verse 3] I got my black flag swinging, and I'm banging on some gutter shit Just got me a spaceship, took it
I got my loccs on sailing through my neighborhood Catch you slipping on them bricks it ain't all good Front door kicker Glock spitter Black and gold flag
shit you might never see again. And we taxin, you don't want it nigga leave it then, And we taxin, you don't want it nigga leave it then. And we ain
them, to come alive, to survive It's not enough to listen, it's not enough to see When the hurricane is coming on, it's not enough to flee It's not
at the tunnel, flexin his whip, rims dipped. Had to much cavarsia so he started to slip. Oh shit! their go dem niggaz that I stuck That black truck. give
we do really get to it 'round here Down here it get hot, see I'm born and bred 'Til I'm dead, gon' be swat, like it or not It's on 24, like the clock
Be it sun to your moon Be it moon to your sun Together we promised to come With a turn of the screw And a slip of the tongue We eclipsed one another
the hardest man melt and turn milky Bugged out shit, one eye was hazel, one was blue Lips fully packed as my attention stayed glued Upon her outline, I cased it
