Men Blow high, blow low, Away then we will go We'll go away in the sailin' away Away we'll go Blow me high an' low, For many an' many a long long day
Translation: Carousel soundtrack. Blow High, Blow Low.
the world dance, Forget about the Price Tag. Okay! We need to take it back in time, When music made us all unite And it wasn't low blows and video hoes
, on this Saturday night We on, we on fire, we roll, we roll higher, We ride, we ride flyer then you, we ride, we ride X2 They goin' high heel shoes
m the young Harlem nigga with the Goldie sound Can't no PHD niggaz hold me down, Cooter Schooled me to the game, now I know my duty Stay humble stay low blow
, inhale my name Smoke on it, shit, choke on it Bitch nigga, I'm ma make a hit nigga Hot mother fucker down to the skit nigga Game over playa and nigga ya scored low
do now? [50 Cent] + (P. Diddy) Yo, yo, we can't stay alive forever (yeah) So if shit hit the fan then we might as well die together I'm high as ever,
my direct blow Bo, coming through like G.I. Joe 'Star Wars' movie deal like Han Solo Make you bounce around like this was calypso Always shine 'cause I got the high
ain't no seeds in my sack, you ain't never gottta ask, dawg What he smokin' on? Shit, kush 'til my mind gone What you think I'm on? Eyes low, I'm blown High
A modern day Romeo and Juliet American tragedy Low rent, high rise lovers who met At the end of Coronado Street Crucifix made in California gold Two
Looking flossy living costly Off the edge, out of state They gots to break bread, for sho I needs mo' ice drops for the lexo Briggetts sets blow when
I got them tools, tell 'em boys it could get mechanical, Now pop that pussy like a .44, I turn ya round and bend ya over like a low blow, It's Young Money
wanna sex me We chose each other, you actin like you chose me They oppose you then, they oppose me We could creep at a low speed, the gat in the hosiery
on the dashboard Money in the dashboard sittin' high ridin' low (shh) Put a hundred on my son flow a hundred on that pounds of blow a hundred on that
cuz my whistle glow, Get some stripes lil' mama make my whistle blow, Don't need no mistletoe, but you can kiss it though, But baby drop it low and make
Steel unload / final blow We the animals take control Hear us now / clear and true Wretches and kings we come for you Steel unload / fire blow Filthy animals / beat them low
I?m coming home And I hold you like a fading song You send me high, high, higher . . . until I?m
's get drunk Let's get buck-ass wild, tear it up Turn the lights down low and let the DJ go Until the speakers blow (Stay up 'til the break of dawn)