get the feeling, and then I just can't feel it where it is I see you but I can't touch you, move on up 'coz I can't feel you Sit on it sit on it sit on it
Preklad: Dead Or Alive. Sit On It.
dead to me I hung the crapes up on my door I cried for you six months or more I gave a heartfelt eulogy I said goodbye, you're dead to me It didn't
Sad as it sounds, that's the price we've all got to pay And the whole world knows the Lord give it and take it away Live and I learn, I sit and watch
tape and act like I don't like it Six months later you hear your lyrics on my shit People don't buy shit no more they just dub it That's why I'm still
will die Take one away Oh mama sit down, I think it's time you knew The day I first came to you, I was dead on arrival And now I can hear you pleading
sit on the stoops up in Harlem Holdin' hands under the Apollo marquis dreamin of stardom Since they was born the streets is watchin' and schemin' And now it
upright bass, we can't stand it Smiling through the trouble we face, tryna manage My way without pumping my brakes and staying stagnant 'Cause I can sit on my ass or
, I put that on my father YouTube or Google me, turn it up and play it Cause many people think it, I just had the balls to say it, what? And risk losin
gone by Now put a 'X' on November 25, I'm still alive Open the dead roll balls Now this dead man walkin' parkin' million dollar cars It's slavery, hard
the hospital Make sure he ain't dead yet, shit There he is, chillin' with a neck brace With a look on his face like Come on Jimmy, it's me, your homey
is gone Boys, it's on 'cause the homies watch your back Life is over like that Once it's done, it's done, it's dead Ticky tocky, ticky dead A thousand
pocket's fat and If you right plan to use yo gat, then we plan to run mud on them Lil' piggy's, that mean I'm comin' out dead or alive comin' get me
. It's only a certain way that that you can go up and doin' it Verse 1: [Xzibit] Xzibit keep it on deck Live, vinyl, CD or cassette Whatever you
made, why? I will never again feel Your sun upon my face Or the comfort of a grave I am not alive and I am not dead This is hell on earth How can I possibly
dead! But wait! He's's alive. He's alive! He's alive! Chomping on the bits Of crickets in his mitts In the dark he's lost Oh my gosh it's lost! In black
if you cough or yawn you might wake up the dead So pretend to read a paper or just drink instead I'm a stand-up comedian but I'd sit down if I could
