'm takin it to the top Fresh rhymes and a razzamatazz Smooth power and grace and mucho pizzazz Good looks and charm and personality You punch it in your calculator, and it
Превод: Уил Смит. Takin 'я до Top.
in the 50 stair cases Dig it, eff a rap critic, he talk about it while I live it If Red got the blunt, I'm the second one to hit it Look up in the,
t immaculate You packin it? better be bustin, I'm steadily rushin Up in your crib with a wig and my metal heavenly trusted You pussed it, but it ain't
I'm stay incogni', in places they can't find me Make my moves strategically, the G.O.D. It's sorta similar but iller than a chess player I use my thinker, it
air like Craig Smith, tech, and nesto. Standin next to necro, we blessed to let flow, get dough Even though we gets the pest-o Kali say that it's a compliment
gettin' tha fuck up out of the hood That was all wrong but takin some lifes made it right It was a long night (Juicy "J") It was a long night when
Hell I'm the fuck up outta here Aiyo, it's time to get drastic, but God bless the fantastic Herb passed it, now I melt the mic like it's plastic I rag
Takin' it from the top? Tippy Oh, my people Sing it daddy How high, high Take my mind Where it never gone before [Incomprehensible] [Incomprehensible]
cases Dig it, eff a rap critic He talk about it while I live it If Red got the blunt, Im the second one to hit it [Verse Six: Redman] Look up in the
the fuck up outta here [ VERSE 4: Buddah Bless ] Aiyo, it's time to get drastic, but God bless the fantastic Herb passed it, now I melt the mic like it
in the air like Craig Smith, tech, and nesto. Standin next to necro, we blessed to let flow, get dough Even though we gets the pest-o Kali say that it
nigga shit Will invade your mansion, and snatchin' what we can get Guess you didn't see us comin' cuz we came in the dark Blew that ass up, like it's
't find me Make my moves strategically, the G.O.D. It's sorta similar but iller than a chess player I use my thinker, it coincides with my blinker While
* originally appeared on "The Show" soundtrack Intro: Takin it from the top? Tippy? Tippy? How High?.... The Ultimate High.... Verse One: Method
t immaculate You packin it? Better be bustin, I'm steadily rushin Up in your crib with a wig and my metal heavenly trusted You pussed it, but it ain't
we gettin' tha fuck up out of the hood That was all wrong but takin some lifes made it right It was a long night (juicy "j") It was a long night when
game Spent the year kickin? ass and takin? names Try to tell it to your heart, Taylor Dayne Mama told me I was special when them test scores came in Callin? the new Will Smith
