Jake don't rise up in the mornin' People lined up all along the shore Get up Jake, it's late in the mornin' The rain is pourin', we got work to do Get up Jake
Fordítás: A Band. Get Up, Jake.
it back in perspective Beat up shit with a dash of the peppers Get blast for ya necklace Leave ya brains on the dash in ya Lexus We up in the club, dash
bodies a court nobody supports What's a ghetto nigga? Thorough niggas that get cake Five boroughs of niggaz do his [unverified] a [unverified] flip weight Change garments to trick jake, yo dis jake
The hood is Iraq, I'm Hussein in the 'jects The coup's up, take the new Lame for a sec Twelve inches up, new cane in the deck, *** Right now with a ***
pinch her loopy ass and tell her, "Get the food ready!" Your dad will probably start tripping and get me pissed I'd have to walk up and bust him in his
old Air 1's Sneaks crispy, $350, you aint never wear none I'm a pimp girl, get it through your eardrums No I'm not telling you where you can get a pair
you woke up this mornin' Ev'rything you had was gone (Woke up this mornin') When ya woke up this mornin' Woke up this mornin' Ya, woke up this mornin
the lab a, crack's bagged up Yo niggaz act up, what blow up the workers if they hafta Senoritas, fuckin up a storm buyin guards margaritas Suckin his dick, up
world And all them kids jumpin' in the pews And Mr. Charlie in his lime-green suit "Is a handsome man" Remarks Widow Callahan Uncle Joe and Uncle Jake
Sneaks crispy, 350, you ain't never wear none I'm a pimp girl, get it through your ear drums No I'm not tellin' you where you can get a pair from I'
Well the scene here he wants her back he's trying to use the phone she's hanging up he's given up he should've known looking lost then he wanders
's up G-Unit nigga that's what's up G-Unit nigga that's what's up G-Unit nigga that's what's up G-Unit nigga that's what's up That's what's up Keep
Then we get back up And lasso all around Then we spin Clap our hands Then take a big moment to acknowledge the band Do the robot And the sprinkler And
crew Keepin' it gangsta Niggas don't think I'm still shavin' crack 'Cause I pull up in a truck with a system, that make the pavement crack Baugettes have my face and band
with bruised ribs Don't hit me on the sidekick asking what you did Get a gun or ask 50's police to use his 'cause Bloods gonna get ya Bloods Bloods Bloods gonna get
