Fordítás: Dream Warriors. Mit akarsz Ladies.
Fordítás: Dream Warriors. Mit akarsz hölgyek.
what do you want? (I want a real man) And what do you need? (I need a real man) What do you want? (I want a real man) What do you need? (I need a real
impressed You've got "Do androids dream of electric sheep?" under your pillow Oh! I saw you spit on London just like you were Peter Pan The way you
me and that ain't how it's supposed to be Nigga want respect but what do you show me you Playa hate and anticipate the day that you can see me fall Better
violent..) Them popo don't want beef, they want this war out on the streets with me and my T.H.U.G.'s, Bitch you freeze, you under arrest, and you got
the lay bits Talkin bad like you ready to blaze nigga you ain't mad (What the f**k you think you doing..........) I give a f**k who you ridin with or
a - suicide, it's a suicide It's do or die If you want that GRIT And you're about the DOUGH Better do it like a G, baby! [Bridge: Redman (Blam)] They
Warriors We'd rather make our children We'd rather make our children (Do what you want your courage) We'd rather make our children (Ask us what you
But you'se a bitch if you choosin' to squeal It's more than obvious, you don't know a thing about honor But what goes around comes around, you'll soon
use, how can I handle them? Don't be pessimistic, if only you could find the ninja master. Mmhmm, You should go and look. With a bit of luck, you'll find what you
Hey Fish, what are you doin'? If you don't mind we're gonna record this Is that cool? Oh, that's cooler 'n hell Hell yeah, 52's biggest dream man You
rebel, you an old school coward A black Aryan, I been here before, man American made new world warrior And I don?t give a fuck what you think about me If you know then you
spot Face the population with my nigga play the 9 Your blood clot warrior, bust the inbusta Everybody wants to go to Heaven, but nobody wants to die Why me do not know, see you
you made I want you to throw your pin, but hold the grenade Explode to your grave and go straight to hell When your soul is en-flamed for the road that you
Yes, I want them to know, say real warriors don't play And if you romp with us, you have to run away I want them to know, say real gangstas don't play
be the one that awards you, and pins the metal on you, Dedicate a song to you, cause now you honorable, You want a record deal?, Explain the lyrical
Fuck off, what do you want? Like a fistful of metal we hunt We're the bastards of your dreams A mean machine, we always come clean A mean pack of sinners
