time just get here now I?m the girl (I?m the girl) On the bridge (On the bridge) Two blocks down in the park you can?t miss it (Girl, two blocks down
get here now.. I'm the girl, on the bridge, two blocks down in the park you can't miss it Can't miss it..(no no no no no.....) two blocks down Ohhh
Prevod: Play. 2 Blocks Down.
just get here now.. I'm the girl, on the bridge, two blocks down in the park you can't miss it Can't miss it..(no no no no no.....) two blocks down
of town by the way that we walk The way that we talk, cocky the state of New York Hot now, top down at the Rucker game New coupe, no roof, playa what'
the masterhall All about money tied in a know stand over there Thats why I make it happen on blocks Brazil cut sweater, Audi, leather Playing the field
CHORUS (2X) Fuck it send me up the road i aint goin to trial, take my lick an sit down put on a couple pounds,told my round told me down shit fanna
My glock pop from blocks you can feel it G-G-G-G-G-G, It's the muthaf-ckin unit! My shit knock for blocks, you can hear it G-G-G-G-G...Its the muthaf-
, pop star, neighborhood block star Chi-Town go-gettin' pimps, we mobsters Gingerbread man even said, "You're a monster" Yeah, that's how I feel To be down
another Dawn just tell Keisha and Teresa I'll be better in the morn' another lie that I carry on I need to get back to the place I belong [Chorus] [Verse 2
shit, They say Hello, hello, hello, aloha, Aloha, (It's Love!) because I'm so fly! (Turn the lights on!) [Verse 2 - Rico Love] Try to play me short,
what I like the playettes No diggity, no doubt Play on playette Play on playette Yo Dre, drop the verse (Dr Dre) It's going down, face the Blackstreet
little niggas up on the motherfucking block Y'all got ta clear this motherfucka off Curfew nigga, get ta fuck up outta here off my block Verse 1: Bizzy
got *** on a *** wit a *** grenade One man army, only two things in the world can calm me West *** and that bomb *** I never back down, never back down Never back down
to be done And it don't matter where ya come Really don't matter where ya from Don't matter where ya run Verse 1: Flesh breakin' 'em down, hittin' 'em
the kitchen bakin up peruvian flake It takes 28 grams Multiplied by 36 zips to make A triple beam brake, a triple beam shake A hundred grams on the triple beam flake 2.2
down the block Out jumps some fiends and steals all his rocks Pulls out a gun and shoots down all the fiends And Mr. Mr. Scarface went up the block again
