5ive's out on the night shift Shade the eyes In the middle of the nite Into the dawn Till the lyrics locked tight All to the mix Tell your DJ quick 5ive
Prijevod: 5ive. Moja Pjesma.
my head to my feet I cant feel my face so please don`t speak You wanna know what we do when the club get packed Toss my set raise my shirt show that tat
five of us make one Do you wanna get freaky You gotta push the good vibe on If you really wanna feel it Got da flava in my song Do you wanna get down
belong In eachothers arms dancing To the song that will Forever be the song That reminds me of such a beautiful girl Baby, youre my perfect angel You bring light to my
came on my moms and I had a Mic as my fucking weapon When I was three, I was just a little G But if you looked in my eyes, you'd see the future of a
down star wars interplanetary funk......still getting down ......music won't have no race only face... peaceful face.... all the time on this trip stuck inside my
a place I don't belong this is wrong, this is my song call someone, I need some help can you save me from my self? It started out good about 5 days
you wanna get freaky When the five of us make one You gotta push the good vibe on If you really wanna feel it Got da flava in my song But I really
checks the flex my potential sex I bring the funk to your necks check it Second time around, better than the first I quench your thirst, my rhymes
some booze so me and tha bitches can get loose [Hype-D Talking] Yo twista ive had my time on this song man time for you to tear it up [Twista Talking] Yo nigga ive
, cause I spoeg when I spit ****. Im Misfit, my numbers unlisted Yo **** the system, I own my own system. Poes, I wont listen, my tricky dicky lietjie
. my attitude was shown, kuz ive never been friendly, you should leave me alone, but if I S-L-I-P and my brains get blown just listen at my cd cuz i live in my songs
And I never ran, never will Put in the work just to pay my bills And everyday I struggle hard just to find What Ive been lookin for all my life [Classified
sign my death certificate All eyez on me Im still at it, illmatic And thats THE DOCUMENTARY [Verse 2] If i die my niggas, fuck it I did a song with Mary
Could I be the one that twists thighter than a curl Coming through from the mist Check my defenition, rhyme composition On the double o-5ive mission
