Texty:
Michael Hill

erase And if you're feeling incomplete the line is stretching up the street So take a look but you might stay until you have counted every light from Bunker Hill

Preklad: Penn, Michael. Bunker Hill.

they grow good kill, an my folks, be feelin I'm a big 'ol pimp, they way I post in the Indies, smoke it on the hill. Verse 4 *(Yukmouth)* Uh,

Caved in like reindeer hoofs Stomp the booth, shake the floor tiles loose The more y'all breathe shit the more I moves It's Hill Street, this is hardcore

to toe This boy he real Racin' those candy Sevilles through Dixie Hills My car do wheelies they drive on three wheels First round pick like Michael

the one Figure you disobeyed so I made the word "nigger" You can change the diction, but can't change what I'm writin I script those pulitzer books for that kid, michael

of America with my fine secretary Erykah Me and Al Sharpton was talkin' about real estate in Compton With a loan from General Mills I would start a new NBA team Baldwin Hills The Baldwin Hills

can't reclaim the shirts we threw away last twirl Uncurl the note in pocket, personal brochures that dust Machine washed, that's how paper rusts Days you spend wanting some of Michael

And I can hear my mother sayin' "Every old sock meets an old shoe" An' that a great sayin' "Every old sock meets an old shoe" Here come the Hills of Time