Bản dịch: The Corruptor soundtrack. Slow Down [jane Blaze F Sauce Money].
but they biggin us up [NORE:] Droppin hundreds on the floor still pickin it up [JANE:] Try to duplicate the style but we switchin it up [Verse 2: JANE BLAZE
cake and flow now, if it's hot like Jane, let it go now Still movin with speed, when you Slow Down nuttin left to do but blow now [Jane Blaze] Yo I
make I'm gone make it Haters they can't help but hating (If you want problems, start something) [Jane Blaze] In no time I scorch you with the hottest rhyme Jane Blazing
know you need to stop, stop hatin' I know what ya not whodi And that is Weezy baby Blunts Up, Now BLAZE, BLAZE, BLAZE, BLAZE (I'm Workin!) [Verse 2
true Believe me, baby I don't believe it as long I'm with you Jane Sweet Jane, Jane, Jane I'm so in love with you Sweet Jane, Jane, Jane Mary, Mary,
ride the train, you should ride it, Make sure you bring your Mary Jane, and personal lighter, We keep that fire, fire; baby, baby, Krayzie, faded, we blaze
me hungry, happy and all I can say Sure I need some more Don't make me wait, stay awake, fake sleep Got the weed between the sheets catch me Mary Jane
't got nothin' to worry about) (Smile for me now) Oh, won't you smile for me? (And the next generation) Now as I open up my story with the blaze of your
sellin' lies to our wives and children?" He ran upstairs up to the top floor Opened up the door then guess what he saw? (Who?) JANE the chickenhead radio
the people all over the world that smoke J's Kings and queens, musicians, actors Everyday, working class, stoners, slackers Low key blazers and green bowl packers If Mary Jane
all about them illaz Well that's the way I put it down R and D we faced the clown Purple essence all around see me an' my folks we blaze the pounds
G's represent Turn up your deck Dope House click came to wreck [Verse 3: SPM] Money and the power, glass on the Prowler Blaze up a blunt as I tell you
breather black Make it hot, standin' on the corner wit the G-Pack Look at me lampin' in defiance wit my seats back Got the game to fuck wit Jane? Where
up in ya ho Sippin' on some Mo with Big D from the mad ass 6-0 Stretched out on the couch with some Mary Jane Doghouse nigga, we all in the same game
shit Call up the buddies you be tight with We ain't really gon be doin too much though We just ridin around bumpin sounds trippin out while we flame janes
This how I creep on ya asses See how the beat is building I creep on your asses Just blaze Let me show y'all what the fuck I mean Uh uh, jigga man, ya
clean, paint job, Ice Cream... Parkin lot pimpin, that's how we does it playa. You know we indie foo, and we gotta get the paper. Rollin on blazed,
