on point, Ball I'm on point what? You on point, Hev I'm on point, Pun You on point, Ball I'm on point what? You on point, Heavy I'm on point, Pun You
Preklad: Heavy D. Na bod.
Preklad: Heavy D. a Boyz. Na bod.
4] [Big Punisher] You on point Hev[Heavy on 4th repeat] [Heavy D] I'm on point Pun You on point Ball [Eightball] I'm on point what [Eightball] Days
sit on mama lap Hey, hey, come sit on mama lap Hey, come sit on mama lap Hey, hey, come sit on mama lap Hey It?s so good to the point that I?d do anything
of me Come on over here and let Bubba infect you From the slums the east of Athens to the plains in North Lagrange, Bubba K can stumble drunk up On
she sassy, but she ratchet at the same time Purse gon' match her shoes, she be crushin' ho's every time Toes on point, and her nails gon' be proper
you Boo So lay with MEEE [The Mission!] [Shock G] Yeah we're lookin good, raidin the skivvies now Stand by for coordinates on that supply drop and make it heavy on
m light but I'm heavy Yellow lemonheads in the bezzie of the presi' And yeah, anybody'ca rock but D-Block rock steady (D-Block!) FED's don't need no warrants
shoot shot guns and I got hot one's But I wanna chick that'll hop up on a stick wit a porno flick Make sure my comes go on a lick, more to sip but screw
on to all my enemies, rock rock on I'm following my dreams, rock rock on to all the little children, rock rock on rock on rock on
(Heavy D) This One goes out to the rough And Rugged muthafuckas out there (Latifah) - Yes Baby (Heavy D) - Strictly on the Latifah tip (Latifah) Yo, This
you see on chromes Gotta make these dollars, comin outta Hollis Got my collar on too, I got the rhyme on the beat And the vibe from the street and now the rest is on
've got some heavy clients? -The American (+ voice of Molokov) That's not true, partner How could you, partner Think I'd want to pursuse Any deal but
up firm and high Out past the cornfields where the woods got heavy Out in the back seat of my '60 Chevy Workin' on mysteries without any clues Workin' on
my sun But it's metal on metal And it's the dance of TV If Christ were here, He'd camera check He'd cry so loud, the planes would stop He'd cry so loud
for my check And i'm just waitin' to see who gon' lie to me next So what, that rolex on your wrist Won't mean you always on point All that flossin
