these fantasies come true And now the whole thing misses me Held down by fishing wire and glue To be the best, we couldn't be Up on the roof with the
Traducción: Get Up Kids. Up On The Roof.
fantasies come true, and now the whole thing misses me. Held down by fishing wire and glue, to be the best we couldn't be. Up on the roof with the
speed turns me on" She put her hand on my knee, I put my foot on the gas We almost got whiplash, I took off so fast The sun roof was open , the music
, home from the war Can't get a job in a candy store Unemployment hurts and he's living proof So to take out his frustration, he climbs on the roof He
You try to diss, your butt is on a meat hook Want some of me? You're on a mission Bad move, you end up missin [ ROUND 1: Randy Mac ] Let's get it straight
babies floating by Damn, burning buildings, flamed up,they couldn't take da heat so they jumped. Man, they want to want to transform the streets we grew up on
fast, speed turns me on" She put her hand on my knee, I put my foot on the gas We almost got whiplash, I took off so fast The sun roof was open, the music
didn't get it all, I want my style back Hate to cease y'all plan it's the rap repo man To them double up hustlers, bidders, niggaz who real Professionals, stickup kids
, get up on the thug stroll darlin' Stack my dollars up to the ceiling nigga, with a mob And creepin' through the neighborhood robbin' damn It's a man on
eye The end situation could leave your ass dry That's why you got to walk on by, walk on by Walk on by, walk on by, walk on by My man P put me on to
two guns out the sun-roof, stop us now Who that kid? Black mask on with the latch on, the AK Swing on my shoulder like a Louie bag You get it in a hurry
learn I spit germs When you come shot on Big Worm You gets burned Punks don't get turned, they get done And get sun, come get some The last victim lye
Only hot rocks I'm hot, so give up the props My style is HUMMIN CUMMIN ATCHA, duck or get backed up Dispatcher 'Red, get freaky to the rapture' So come on
' locs 64 Black rags, black interior, shift on the floor Burn out, I do it for the kids They're hoppin' the turn style, the 'E' goin' wild Yo, like them white chicks on
me sittin' on the roof Eye trained, on scope, blessin' 100 proof Hand on toes, 'bout to roast Some kids who flash like they assassins Picked up my dough
