CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : 95 TIL I DIE 94 TIL I GO
Yeah, yeah, what it is, what it is
It's 2010 and I was born in 1995
See, my dawg Halo, he was born in '94
So I'm just gon' do
What we do 'til I go, you feel me?
Slice your ass up like Jedi master
They call me [?] but I ain't a pastor
Any n***a get it twisted might end up like Caspar
n***as asleep, well, the kid is nightmares
I'm the flyest kid ever, like straight out of Con Air
Don't flare 'cause the next man might need a spare
It's not a joke, b*t*h
I don't shoot, I make tricks, my words too real for fake sh*t
Five hundred all in the same chain
And they like "What the hell?" at the show, House of Pain
And I'm not [bustin' spikеs?] but I'm on a manic train
And y'all n***as need to stop, put you to sleep like Mr. Spock
And this the entеrprise, why y'all lookin' at the sky?
I must be the truth 'cause y'all paralyzed
I am the kind looking for a queen
This is self-attested just like the thing
This is like a movie 'til it stepped on the scene
There ain't no whips when I'm lookin' for the cream
With a AK-47 so test my regime
Don't mess with me 'cause I'm a murderous machine
I flow like a sailor, and I beep like a pager
I hang with little West but I wouldn't f**k with Taylor
Not even with two fingers
Mystical, I'm in danger, seeing colors like the Power Rangers
n***as is like petro 'cause my sh*t is too retro
A long distance like metro
Homie, I'm too real on this mass appeal
Too real on this mass appeal, I'm gone
'95 'til I die
Yeah, hah, Halo, nah
Listen, I'ma let the clip slip then
Bullets attachin' like the vision
Ain't nobody stayin' alive when my shots in precision
Will I stay hot like I'm cookin' in the kitchen?
Dead bodies drop like noodles, instant
Life goes on, proceed, progress
Everybody die, who might go next?
Tears fall down then you take a deep breath
But anyway, my voice [?] like I'm screamin' in a [?]
Money longer than a city-state
Your b*t*h wanna penetrate, three girls with me
I should've played a [?], 'day, 'day, 'day, yeah
'94 'til I go, ho
I have a dream that one day down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of interposition and nullification; that one day right down in Alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers. I have a dream today.
It's 2010 and I was born in 1995
See, my dawg Halo, he was born in '94
So I'm just gon' do
What we do 'til I go, you feel me?
Slice your ass up like Jedi master
They call me [?] but I ain't a pastor
Any n***a get it twisted might end up like Caspar
n***as asleep, well, the kid is nightmares
I'm the flyest kid ever, like straight out of Con Air
Don't flare 'cause the next man might need a spare
It's not a joke, b*t*h
I don't shoot, I make tricks, my words too real for fake sh*t
Five hundred all in the same chain
And they like "What the hell?" at the show, House of Pain
And I'm not [bustin' spikеs?] but I'm on a manic train
And y'all n***as need to stop, put you to sleep like Mr. Spock
And this the entеrprise, why y'all lookin' at the sky?
I must be the truth 'cause y'all paralyzed
I am the kind looking for a queen
This is self-attested just like the thing
This is like a movie 'til it stepped on the scene
There ain't no whips when I'm lookin' for the cream
With a AK-47 so test my regime
Don't mess with me 'cause I'm a murderous machine
I flow like a sailor, and I beep like a pager
I hang with little West but I wouldn't f**k with Taylor
Not even with two fingers
Mystical, I'm in danger, seeing colors like the Power Rangers
n***as is like petro 'cause my sh*t is too retro
A long distance like metro
Homie, I'm too real on this mass appeal
Too real on this mass appeal, I'm gone
'95 'til I die
Yeah, hah, Halo, nah
Listen, I'ma let the clip slip then
Bullets attachin' like the vision
Ain't nobody stayin' alive when my shots in precision
Will I stay hot like I'm cookin' in the kitchen?
Dead bodies drop like noodles, instant
Life goes on, proceed, progress
Everybody die, who might go next?
Tears fall down then you take a deep breath
But anyway, my voice [?] like I'm screamin' in a [?]
Money longer than a city-state
Your b*t*h wanna penetrate, three girls with me
I should've played a [?], 'day, 'day, 'day, yeah
'94 'til I go, ho
I have a dream that one day down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of interposition and nullification; that one day right down in Alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers. I have a dream today.
