Vertimas: 8 klasės. Get It Out.
defend it. Gotta get it out, learn to accept it. Gotta get it out Gotta get it out Gotta get it out. Never been beaten or defeated Keeping the pin of
row I can't wait to get it on, I can't wait to get it on I can't wait to get it on, I can't wait to get it on I can't wait to get it on, I can't wait
out to Craig, he's some other kind that made it I don't know my profession yet quite But one day I'm gonna get signed Just write the check I'm out here
hike Just to get picked up to get me a lift to 8 mile and Van Dyke And steal a god damn bike from somebody's backyard And drop it off at the park that
it They say I'm suicidal, teenagers' newest idol {c'mon!} C'mon do as I do, go ahead get mad and do it {Just let it gooo!} Hand me an .8, beam me up
you farther than far Somewhere near Mars We'll get hiiiiiiiiiiigh in the skkkkkkkky I'll take you where you can't be Unless you with me We'll get hiiiiiiiiiiigh
ll know what it is I'm coming to get it and others are blocking I'm running the hood and nothing can top it You can Google it and you can search it On
increase Agent to beat with my gun out ? Out witted, out foxed you over matched House hidden, drop tops the sofas match This is fine dine take out First date make out
Remember me bitch, 8th grade Old park skinny ass well-fare raid Ustler and bruce brothers we was the shit Dungeons dragons, and bruce lee flicks Quit
Wicked, wicked, wicked bitch Wicked, wicked, wicked bitch Wicked, wicked, wicked bitch Wicked, wicked, bitch, bitch Well it's on, it's on like neden
it IN YO FACE! (Shaggy 2 Dope) Insane Clown Posse never gonna fade Helped yo ass get laid back in 8th grade Many years past and we still top grade
bullshit you stuck on Get back on your mule and get the fuck on Don't look back, I'm a hit ya Take that red neck bitch out with ya Spit on your rebel
niggas still stocking up my pistols. Lil nigga getting murdered and buried in all white. 8th grade student, y'all figure that's alright. Tryin to figure out
wrestler, but I'll put your bitch the Boston crab I talk money cause it costs to brag Round here bitches walk round here at the horse's head (?) Rap it get
pass out after 8 blunts, because we use to it Me and Cris like chee chee chong So hurry bring out the weed and the bones 'Cause if it aint grade A trees
5, 6, get your crucifix 7, 8, don't stay up late You got yourself in a predicament, that you can't get out of You already in some shit but it's about to get
