Translation: Streetlight Manifesto. Watch It Crash.
off its track - And there's nothing we can do but watch it crash (watch it crash) - And there ain't no right and wrong when we know it won't be long -
It" (OH THAT'S CRAZY) [Chorus] Man it's alright, hold tight Watch out, push it on tonight It's crazy Don't hold back I'ma put it where it 'pose to be
Spin (OH THAT'S CRAZY) [Chorus] Man, it's alright, on tight Watch out, pushing on tonight, it's crazy Don't hold back, I'ma put it where it's suppose
Just make it clap, just make it clap Just make it clap, just make it clap Just make it clap, just make it clap Just make it clap, just make it clap
Just before the afternoon creeps in Just before it gets too hot, to be outside I like to lay on my back in the grass and Watch the airplanes go by and
Stand back and watch it crash and burn and turn into ash Just like it ain't nothing, she ain't something I could lose 'Cause it ain't easy, no, it ain't easy It
the floor And then the back door My boys let off an automatic encore But when we made it out to the ride It was gone, we had to shoot it out Side by
Deuced it to the Bronx to rest our heads Where a shoot out jumped off mine people lay dead It sounded like it happend with a mac 10 blast But it was
pray And thank God for another day Yes, homie, it's rough down here I gotta watch my back 'Cos it's hard being black If it ain't the other It's my own
I needed a snatch bar Had the hot wire, so I moved on an old car It was a bucket, but fuck it, it had to do Started it up and scooped my whole crew Two
never hesitate to take a chump sucker down And my H-K it holds 80 rounds So when you move be careful and don't play And watch for the ricochet Suicide,it
and get some light-weight fame There'd never been no cash made in it So who thought you could get paid with it? Just crash the club with my crew and
you want to, friend But when it's time to count the chips only the real will win The game of life is only fake and true But it's all about the dollars
laboratory PCP and crystal meth, wars of glory End of story, gotta watch my back myself Or else they'll find my body layin' on a coroner shelf It's the
cold but baby no it doesn't have to be, Microwaving a metal tragedy Watching it burning, it's beautiful and it's blue and it's pitiful and it's blue, it
