'm hoping maybe I'll feel like someone. miss tightrope walker high up on your wire don't look down I'm watching miss tightrope walker high up on your wire don't look down keep walking
Fordítás: Hurricane # 1. Tartsa Gyaloglás.
small town marriage Lovely wife and life, baby carriage Now all the stars have cars, success of course But it ends in Hollywood divorce, Hollywood divorce [Verse 1
Hurricane Chris 5150 Ratchet A Bay Bay (The Ratchet Remix) [Chorus 1:] Im in the club hollerin' A bay bay [X5] Im in the club hollerin' A bay bay [X5]
to keep my whole faculty covered And spits more like an Iraqian thugging If you gonna take me, mommy I'm coming But if not, they can never break I'ma keep
to Crenshaw Super pimp, smoke the Kryptonite and wit the Lois Lane wit the hurricane, my bro's will rock your body The silver bullets floatin, why you keep
It's like whatever I do Ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, oh [Verse 1:] Now, now she loved me, shawty I loved her. Used to jump up in the Maybach and roll out.
so high that they call me Your Highness So If you don't know me then pardon my shyness I live in the Village, wherever I go I walk to I keep my friends
keep brothers on checkmate Check over there, and then check over here Just lend me your ear, c'mon listen Nigga you just can't defeat me Child abusers walk
Look at my life (look at my life) I'ma gangsta [Verse 1] Take a journey through my life Yo, yo It's a long road ahead of us, I hope that your ??? Walk
'88 I mean Olivia cute but they say that bitch a man So this Black Wallstreet for life now GGG-UNOT! [GAME] 300 Bars and Runnin Just loan me your ears for 15 minutes Walk
mean Olivia cute but they say that bitch a man So this Black Wallstreet for life now GGG-UNOT! [The Game] 300 Bars and Runnin Just loan me your ears for 15 minutes Walk
that (he wears a red bandana) all the pirus know (he wears a) even my crip niggas know (he wears a red bandana) [verse 1] chea chea dear god let me clense
[Verse 1] Yeah though I walk through the valley of death Vest on, Teflon NOW IM approached in my Hurricane sweats Black chrome my shoulder, big wheel '
cock Adjust your pupils to see a dead bwoy walk Nuff pussyhole gwan die dis year Here comes the bootcamp, slide it to the rear It's the rain cummin' like a hurricane
