Prevod: High School High soundtrack. Spice 1 in Click - zakaj želite Funk.
Prevod: High School High soundtrack. Zakaj želite Funk [1 spice In Kliknite].
do the shit by myself [Chorus:] Why you wanna funk when you ain't gotta chance Don't make me have to make that call, aah-aah Why you wanna go and pull
in jawbreakers, dollar in envelopes Yo, how tight are you? Tighter than a Federal jail How high? You better check double XL Yo, niggaz say you ain't shit I don't care Yo bitches say you
yo it's time for some aksion Girl swing yo' ass, I can feel you climaxin' Don't even front, you know you wanna make it happen Yo Busta Bus, do you hear
day It's not the Yellow Brick Road It's called the 'Foothill Strip' Stand on your toes, make your heels go click Three times, it's no place like home So why you wanna
takes one minute to reach for the AK then why what you gonna do now Nowhere to run when my dog's on the prowl Growling howling, give it up punk you might wanna
make that trunk wave from the cradle to the grave, me and Screwyoo what you wanna do, let me come down Poyo got his crew got my whole click, got to come
I want To show you is, they have started fires down at the end of the street How many niggaz are ready to lose? Yeah, so what you wanna do? What you wanna
This is important, we be courtin' every place we go Get you up in the room, ain't trippin' off of the groom I'll give it to you anyway you wanna have
s hard You better run nigga, do ya thang nigga Get off a chain nigga 'cause you's a free nigga Run nigga, thang nigga, chain nigga, what? You better
You an Rasheeda wanna squash the funk? Shoot me some peace bitch Record Hatin' bitches, Record hatin' bitches Suave game and snitches, suave game and snitches We should cease you
uhh] You wanna fuck with us You Little young ass mutha-fuckas Don't one of you niggas got sickle-cell or something You fucking with me, nigga ? You
with the bullshit You tapping all that lip, you wanna scrap, you getting fooled, bitch Think you tough with the shit you talk Behind a nigga back, ain't setting it off You wanna
'll kiss you wit a blade when I think I'm gettin played Made woman, you never in bed with the same woman You say you want it, you don't wanna see the
say shit You Liberace's, Versace's and you Nazis Watch me 'cause you thinkin' you got me in this hot seat You motherfuckers wanna judge me 'cause you're not me You
so,say it ain't so) Slam peller back do' [Boo] Alright, look Say he snitchin' on my click, you gotta be kidding You sellin' rear rock shit, not glisten
you wanna freak wit me, Now do you wanna freak wit me And you aint got the skills, to freak with me Now do you wanna freak wit me, do you wanna freak
