Текст песни Freeway - Turn out the Lights (Freewest)
Freeway - Turn out the Lights (Freewest) слова песни
(feat. Kayne West)[Intro][Free] Yes![Kayne] Yeah Kayne![Free] Philadelphia Freeway, uhY`all know what it is, uh, yeah, uh[Verse 1: Freeway]Before I turn out ya lights lets get one thing understoodI`ma keep my hammer real close, rubber grip tightTell y`all niggas good night, good night, uhBefore I turn out ya lights lets get one thing understoodFree gon` keep his hammer real close, rubber grip tightTell y`all niggas good night, good night, uhThe shit you heard`ll do me justice, got a death wishThe shit I pack`ll put holes through ya LexusGot the tec clip, respect itThe turn pike bully, earn stripes, move llaThrough ya turn pike early, all night, all dayWait, switch hustles nigga, now I muscle mixtapes all night, all dayYes! The front line of the RocWill through a football pass through ya chestBrett Farve wit the glockUh! I`m Max Payne wit the stock outMoney and fame run out, get it with cocaineRep the Roc till I clock out, I make you clock outPut sumtin in ya brains[Chorus: Kayne West & Freeway]I do my dirt all by my lonely and I got the heart to fightSo please refrain from hatin (on me!) before I turn out ya lightsAint no hesitation, I got the guns to fightSo please refrain from hatin (on me!) before I turn out ya lights[Verse 2: Freeway]Don`t test my patience because I got the guns to fightStay wit em coast to coastIHOP I distrubute the toast to folksI stop, never, Free a rap IconBlack Bon Jovi, ?in the rock/Roc love of rock/Roc?Jake of watches, ice cickle the timeStill got time to leave ya stash gone when you wake upFree hate smuts, stay wit a dime, at all timesStay on the grind at all times wit so many ninesShit baggin and shake upNigguh! Ain`t no captin to shake upDoe like a brink truck, nine on my waist, I![Chorus][Verse 3: Freeway]Freeeee! Put the burners to ya crewGive me a reason, not to squeeze on ya gangMan the hammers go bang to bangIn wit a bang, bang Blueprint 2Before you, slide through to deliver ya gang the thangsSwitch lanes to get Paid in FullLook it`s the rich (?) of transportersDonvan McNabb of mixtapes, look heyFollow the kid`s orders in other words do what the kid sayWe got it locked from the Bay back to PhillyWhere niggas pack millies like every single dayWe don`t play, we all about our change andMoney exchangin, if you bout your payThen every single day, bring the lla to ya cityAct up, bring the K`s to ya cityThen shots exchangin, every single day[Chorus w/o (on me!) x2]