There's a one way ticket out of here, with my name written on it, my name written on it and you'll be lucky to catch a glimpse of me leaving, I can't
Käännös: Call It A Night. Brake Lights.
: There's a one way ticket out of here, with my name written on it, my name written on it and you'll be lucky to catch a glimpse of me leaving, I can
This is it, words from a time bomb Attack speed, fast as an F-fifteen Raise the heat, light the gasoline Overload, it might cause a blackout Dead end
brake all rules, yea Bring it here And I brake off you She see me in VIP I wanna brake on crew (Face it) When she wit you she lyin' You bet she fake it
ride It's more than a dance, it's a movement You can tell 'cause the town be movin' You wanna know if it's worth it, right? They do it all day but it
is there a camera Stashed into the dash, it's a guy in a uniform And a passion that he has, for flashin' with his badge And shinin' light in my face
like Phat Farm fashion Simmons name synonymous wit this cash It's our passion, what? Yo basically I'm here to rename rap, it ain't rap no more Call it
why But I needs it all and not just a piece o' the pie I used to hope and wish for everything I couldn't buy I was a young ghetto-boy that grew up in
it don't mean a thing Soon you're gonna see That's not how it should be Until that day boy get nothing JD: Okay if it's going like that let it
superhero, like Lou Ferrigno maybach deniro, look like a zero shine the spotlight, this is my night get your cameras ready, let it rain confetti im a
it with you, is it with you, is it with you, or someone else Is it with you, is it with you, is it with you, or someone else Is it with you, is it with
I was drivin' that model A It's got a Lincoln motor and it's really souped up That a model a body makes it look like a pup It's got eight cylinders
for some strange coincidental ironic reason you lived through it Homeboy but I'm here to tell you man it's not a coincidence And it's not ironic Gods got a
whip and come pick up the cheque you can get your dick wet by a young rocket sex money and fame in Los Angeles it's a place where a pretty face get you
my gene pool, but it's all scattered Call devil 'cause yall need food, It don't matter. We're Black And We Wanna Be White (x3) All Night, All Right,
