to take the shore Why on earth, as he wandered the warmth am I obeying this coin Turn your life on the flip of this coin Turn upside, a choice you'd
Fordítás: The Streets. On The Flip Of A Coin.
to take the shore 'Why on earth', as he wandered the warmth, 'am I obeying this coin?' Turn your life on the flip of this coin Turn upside a choice you
Somebody turn the 'Vacancy' sign on 'cause I'm gone blowin' up my Bagpipes from Baghdad I run the streets and act like a mad man holdin' a glad You can be a
For my peeps fuck a foot, I got they leg in the door You got beef, let's put it all on the table You want the hottest clique on the street, you know
, I went, but she had a friend Who knocked me out an' robbed my boots an' was I on the street again Well I arrived upon a house with a U.S. flag upon
You had the cleanest dirty laundry That a Laundromat had ever seen Oh, Laundry Girl, I'm stuck between This crumpled five and a coin machine Your quarters
How can I pretend to know my own mind? The more questions I ask, the more I find I'm lost at home, out of time The coins I flip land on their side
Just me and a friend roamin' around Him a magician and I was a clown Playin' the streets for a dollar a day Waitin' for the right time and a sign to
How can I pretend To know my own mind The more questions I ask The more I find I'm lost at home Out of time The coins I've flipped land on their side
weapontry This one couple fucked on me, and slept on me Up in the dice games niggas stepped on me Bet on me, couldn't pay, bled on me I enslaved populations
try to remember Flipping coins from a tin till he feels the night And you, you try to remember We're part of a, we're part of a We're part of a crazy
We talking about a long time coming motherfucker It ain't clean on these streets It's mean on these streets Blocks up, hats down Fiends on these streets
on a stunt I'm feelin more than a blunt Never was a gangster even at a street pix But swingin on a swinger you'll be strollin with a limp So get up easy
You had the cleanest dirty laundry that a Laundromat had ever seen Oh, Laundry Girl, I'm stuck between this crumpled five and a coin machine Your quarters
say "yes ya'll" Ya'll yell 'scrape it', then I'mma say 'let's ball' Come on, cool, cuz I'mma get on rep Twist a 'dro on the speaker, pull the snub and
her house I went, but she had a friend Who knocked me out And robbed my boots And I was on the street again Well, I rapped upon a house With the U.S
chicken on the grittle Seasoned bright in the thick of the night... Chisel with a pen full of coin flipped wit Impale my body on a skyscrapers pointed
