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Origineel

[Hook] All my niggas fly high, we playin' in the wind All my niggas fly high, we playin' in the wind All my niggas fly high, we playin' in the wind All my niggas flyin' high, we playin' in the wind [Verse] Frank Lucas or Blake Griffin St. Thomas or San Quentin Trips to Puerto Rico or that Rico law Packs in the hallway at Seton Hall Paranoid, yeah the streets talk Got me swimmin' with the Desert, man, seahawk I be swervin', got a hundred thousand in my denim And we can talk about these crabs for dinner Pop them pills, smokin' dank, drinkin' lean too Got me runnin' through the fire with gasoline suit All eyes, closed mouth Fake friends, lost ties, mob ties Courtside, climb fences, barbed wires Bars wired, been ballin', Karlton Hines Whispers in the dark give you cold heart Kill the ink, paid in full, Eric B Rakim Allah, say a prayer doin' bad or good Buy the charts, can't buy the hood Wiggle in the paint, boulders in the link Welker with the bank, piranhas in the tank Shorty want me back Was the best she ever had [Hook]

 

Vertaling

[Hook] All my niggas fly high, we playin' in the wind All my niggas fly high, we playin' in the wind All my niggas fly high, we playin' in the wind All my niggas flyin' high, we playin' in the wind [Verse] Frank Lucas of Blake Griffin St. Thomas of San Quentin Trips naar Puerto Rico of die Rico wet Packs in the hallway at Seton Hall Paranoid, yeah the streets talk Got me swimmin' with the Desert, man, seahawk I be swervin', got a hundred thousand in my denim En we kunnen praten over deze krabben voor het avondeten Ik slik pillen, rook dronken, drink mager ook Got me runnin' through the fire with gasoline suit Alle ogen, gesloten mond Valse vrienden, verloren banden, maffia banden Courtside, beklim hekken, prikkeldraad Bars wired, been ballin', Karlton Hines Fluisteringen in het donker geven je een koud hart Dood de inkt, volledig betaald, Eric B Rakim Allah, zeg een gebed, goed of slecht Koop de hitlijsten, kan de kap niet kopen Wiggle in the paint, boulders in the link Welker met de bank, piranha's in de tank Shorty wil me terug Was de beste die ze ooit had [Hook]