Tekster:
Hit The Lights It S All The Rage

your lips Cause it's all the rage with all the kids back home While we wrap our blood around our wrists Decorate the walls with our fists Live life like it's hit

your lips Cause it's all the rage with all the kids back home While we wrap our blood around our wrists Decorate the walls with our fists Live life like it's hit

and bats, everytime we scrap The hustlin', the dealin', the robbin', the stealin' The shit, hit the ceilin', little boy, with no feelin's The frustration, rage, trapped inside a cage Got beatin's

to wreck Spit techs, by your rockets threw jets Who's next, to get hit by firepower that's so raw Go play 4-4's ready for war All out, what, what,

I know it's not where you wanna be But take it from me I know everybody love to be free So God dammit free Pimp C, I know he ready to hit the street

low, take it all in then i hit that road, smell it in the air man, it's all in the nose, raging bull I see red light rose, you know why, [Pre-Chorus

givin' but he never gave up Then one night, he wrote a song Made a little record; started catchin' on Now it's coliseums, he's all the rage The lights

beard Check one, two, Sonny, tell Bob to dim the lights up You see the studs, I want the red strobe to hit it right Stones are screaming, hot lattes,

' a lifetime sentence, there'll be no repentance Since it's the life that I choose to lead I plead guilty on all counts Let the ball bounce where it may, it's