to run through you, boy it aint my fault You hear that thunder That's my woofers goin boom When we ride past ur house we be rattlin your living room Volume
skrilla, but shit I want all the shit I don't know about my homies, maybe them fools is been 1-2 all the way out to 10 We had their back, that doesn't
money F-ckin? right my money long I got that 10ft money I get it fast when I get to the money When I walk, it sounds like 10 foots running I meant feet
to shoot through. Bullets bouncin' off the boulevard to the beat. With my heart to the street man I'm hard to defeat. Without Embee you ain't fuckin' with me. Without 10
the corner store And yo mama stripper name is stop Yo mama look like a man Yo man look like a kid Yo kid look like a miniature volume of martia billblewit
[Intro] This should be played at high volume [Fat Joe] This is, this is, this is Cook! Cool n Dre! Ain't nobody seeing this right here, we see nobody
[patois chatta that can't be made out for 10 seconds] Watch it! WAR-NING! Aiyy-yo, aiyy-yo, aiyy-yo, aiyy-yo! [more chatta talk] [KK] I had to figure
reclame Woooyooyoooyooo pas que le public m'acclame Mais qu'il chante avec moi, nos douleurs communes On est pareil vous et moi, on fait peter le volume
leurs robes ? J'suis pas convaincu mais au moins ca evolue, Un peu plus que leurs perfectos et leurs tetes velues, J'me dis qu'avec nos styles ridicules, Dans 10
this (should be played at hi volume, resedential) Now this (should be played at hi volume, resedential) Now this (should be played at hi volume, resedential) Now this (should be played at hi volume
[Chorus:] If you in the ride turn the volume real high, If you tryna feel the vibe throw your hands up in the sky Motherfucker get em up up up up up up
through u boy it aint my fault u hear that thunder That's my woofers goin boom when we ride past ur house we be rattlin ur living room volume up to
in testa una canzone a tonalita bassa Lei e la stessa della sera in cui si preferi Che la missione non dovra morire tipo Misery Alzo il volume e guardo
Jones and Lil' Flip We rollin tight whips on 20 twin twins So watch them Sprewell's when they spinny spin spin Cuz I'm a Trill ass nigga I'm a top 10
now The spot blown up, yo they wanna go nuts It can go now, yeah We out of control, we out of your mold We broke it, 10 years ago (10 years) We start
nicest I fuck around and call it crisis With preciseness, and precisely this See we make the shit that precisely hits. So how soon could you pump up the volume
concrete I'm sorry if you can't understand But I need a radio inside my hand Don't mean to offend other citizens But I kick my volume way past 10 My