he turned 16 Broke outta town though he left a trail of violence a mile wide No one knew little Jay Woods would end up Six Foot Five. Five days a week
Translation: Lars Frederiksen And The Bastards. Six Foot Five.
me She said, "That was awful sweet" And then I saw her boyfriend As wide as he was tall Well he broke up our hug With a six foot, five inch shove And
together, that's how we roll Do the Hoedown (Throwdown) Do the Hoedown (Throwdown) Do the Hoedown (Throwdown) Throw it all together, that's how we roll We get to four, five, six
prison for the rest of his life I can make a man forsake his country and flag Make a girl sell her body for a five-dollar bag Some think my adventure
'm undisputed Now y'all got to bow when you see me fuck's my name na na Like I'm the bitch pushin' big six Likkle broad five foot pop big shit like See
darkness is still beautiful I've been runnin' since rock box, I've cocked locks And locked blocks, and rocked rocks, and dropped tops The obviously odd, five foot six
Read in the paper 'bout a man killed with a sword And that made my think of my friend George People said the man was five foot six Sounds like George
, huh, huh? What I'ma do now? It's all fucked up now Yo, excuse me muh'fucka, I'm tryin' to get through When Doc loaded, I'm like a stud missile A stud six
wig back, word to Big Moot and Bolo Billy Razor, Fudge Lover, on down to Shine Lightro Yo Bootsy takes this mic from this fool see, make him run it Five foot
who you are, you'll be in the trunk You come twenty-five deep or maybe ten If I let your push me, then you push me again He was six foot four, they used
but say that I just wanna love ya, love ya, love ya I just wanna love ya, oh yeah I came across the baddest chick That I ever seen About five foot six
all your bad habits, bad blood fanatics Clean up the magic, chrome startin' up static Greed means that you die quick, click the vision Greed lies ambition, five
I'm a bad, bad man Quick is how I flip from the tip of the lip Punchin out hits like Gladys Knight and the Pips The five-foot assassin has just raided
I'm six foot two and a half With shoes on make it three even Been shot but I'm still breathing Sent niggaz back to Pittsburgh With they necks wrapped
with the hammer Steal banners, medical examiners, clocked live hammers For real, you a live nigga, rock ya five in ya slippers like them other five guys
