live to be You're at the line, cause you've got to see [Chorus:] Ten, ten seconds Ten seconds at at time you feel alive for Ten, ten seconds Living
Käännös: Loimu. Ten Seconds.
Intro What, what You over there Styles? Yeah dog Second album nigga, real L.O.X Blaze We run the streets, yall know who to bet (C'mon) Fuck yall niggas
to speak Blaze a pound of weed six days up out the week You could catch me in the studio bangin' out the beats to Provide you with the heat that keep blazin
the violin behind you Enough with all the pissin, and moanin' whinin' and bitchin' Sit and observe, listen You'll learn if you pay attention Why ten multi
my holster Whip and boil, ?lugotan? hurricane the holler Daily operation, bullet train tingle farther 8 seconds a scar your style wild buccaneer Round table revolve around ten
to the general public) Yo, you over there Styles? Yeah dog (Anybody sleepin' on us) Second album nigga, two guns up nigga Real L.O.X., blaze "We Are
Just Blaze, you a rebel On this beat nigga, uh Once again back is the incredible The incredible Stop the presses, I'm back, cook Coke, that is Crack,
Blaze a pound of weed six days up out the week Dr. Dre: You could catch me in the studio bangin' out the beats to Provide you with the heat that keep blazin
, you pretend to be, And it's better than the yay, 'cause it's meant to be, Humboldt County is the place where they blaze the weed, I betcha never believe, now take a blaze
of the warm embrace of my 45 Make sure the nigga crossed dies You don't wanna throw them thangs 'Cause when I cocked and aim it's time to think in a split second
feel like death is fucking callin' me But naw you wouldn't understand I swear to God it feel like death is fucking callin' me Ayo hit wit' at least ten
I'm a lady You must be crazy, don't play me short 'cause the az will fade these on And from the weed, inhalin' all the chronic, blazed forever dazed
summer of 1974 was brutally hot in New York and I kept thinking about how nice and icy it must be at the North Pole. And then I though, a??Wait a second
[Kurupt] Gangsta shit, I'ma show you how the gangsters do it Word to mother, Kurupt Young Gotti Excuse me for a second while I blow, on this bomb {*inhaling
. High-Roller movin Coca-Cola While I stay... Chorus (Marilyn Rylander) High so high.....reachin' for the sky High so high.....please don't blow my high Second
