higher Oh, oh, higher and higher 'Cause you take, you take me higher Oh, oh, higher and higher 'Cause you take, you take me higher Oh, oh, higher and higher 'Cause you take, you take me higher
Oversettelse: Farm. Høyere og høyere.
my name on the cake Believe that, and if ya mans wanna play And I'mma **** around and put that boy brains on the table Pick 'em up, and let 'em lay
no complaints, with you here in my arms, we're out here on this farm, all our troubles drift away, on a summer day. Your brown hair high up off your
you used to lay down You know I miss good lookin' women Women, women, women, here women there women everywhere old MacDonald had a farm on the farm he
the prom And he'd buy me a horse, a Porsche and a farm Dan my nigga from down south Used to like me to spank him and cum in his mouth And Tony he was
Boone's and battle goons 'till high noon Bust rap toons on flat spoons, take no shorts like poon poon's See hoochies pop coochies, for Gucci's and Lucci
I'm c'est magnifique When I'm in Paree, I'm the chicest of the chic They love my body odor and my bad toupee They love my stripey shirt and my stupid beret And
to keep living And I'll keep moving on ?I'll keep my guard And (Buy) another farm find a hospital To fix a broken arm Be a pedigree On a higher ground
reelin' us and you want to ride You try to deal with us, but you got no blunts to get high Take the back seat and smash beats Smoke blunts through ya lungs and
to act, nigga (and uh) We in the hood We don't know how to act, nigga (and uh) We in the whip And we don't know how to act, and uh Ya'll startin' shit Cause we don't know how to act, and
There's a dirty piece of cardboard that reads Montgomery Ward Taped across the window of my old Ford A six-pack on the front seat and a box of chicken
corn rows and manicured toes, hey Fendi capri pants and Parasucos, alright Passadity is a city, with one or two throws I'm droppin' 'em outta high school straight into the pros Who knows? I know And
a quarter of some sheeeiit, I'm the Pookey of the backyard All colors and all types like a junkyard High young boy with high young ways 'Cuz I connect three blunts and be high
Wonderful as it may seem, I've never been alone Open wide and look closely This is what I'm shown I've got friends in this cold city That won't pick
way, hey And I really hate it came to this How else can I say it, I don't speak no other languages I came to do two things, kick some ass And drink some cold beer and
all of my clothes, trowed them in And they rowed me along Where it thundered and lightnin' And the wind began to blow Said it thundered and lightnin' And
