give up (give up) Give up (give up) I've got to get away from here Its killing me just thinking 'bout Frustration, Frustration I hate this vacation So give up (give up) Give
Vertimas: Karštos Karšto Šilumos. Give Up?.
, hot girl, hot girl, hot girl She's a hot hot girl, hot girl, hot girl, hot hot girl She's a hot girl Hot hot Hot hot hot Hot hot Hot hot hot
beefin' with the mistress Can see they just beatin' up Got even the little kids pickin' up pennies and nickels 'Cuz they're fallin' in love with his teddy book Give
As we proceed! AHHH!! (Well give it to me) [Verse 2: G. Dep] Aiyyo! Aiyyo! Signed, sealed, delivered in just the nick of time Rare, I'm a give it to '
It's a hell up in Harlem, fuck it, another day Another dollar, wake up, to the barking from the rottweilers Pull the collars, make 'em sit for the godfather
glocks P S P O pops Hit both the hot locks Let 'em read it that Diddy is on them hot blocks So we sent two teams to rush both spots Ha, yeah, suited up
who can give me a breeze If you touch me there, please beware you can start up a fire I don't mind if you take me home, cool me up in the shower Well
hot (hot) I don't want it to stop, no Oh, you got me burning up (oh-oh) burning up (oh-oh) burning up (oh-oh) So turn it up (oh-oh) turn it up (oh-oh
mean? Just showing, you know, love, you know what I mean? One player to another, you know coastal How we do you know? Connect Hit me up, give me a call
on trial for my old endeavors Cold weather got catched trying to buck wholes in my fucking sweater Niggas is soft like butter, leathers and felt Time to heat it up
out the feeling that hiphop be We couldn't connect to the New York streets So we took the bandanas and we tied 'em up Roll up in the studio and laid
trying to buck wholes in my fucking sweater Niggas is soft like butter, leathers and felt Felt the welts from brass belt buckles to brass knuckles Time to heat it up
, throwin' up, keepin' lean up in my cup All my car got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck Everybody wanna ball, holla at broads at the mall If he up
[VERSE 1] Say buddy you in my lane You backin up the game You lame You want fame? I can give it to yah daddy I aint took my meds for weeks And I aint
more I got my mind, right money right The pots hot as the rock expands It's the paper chasin' man on the clock like hands Grindin' like teeth, get money like heat
