go Just hand over control All the space and all the time Yeah, it all just passed you by You've been so many places And I know the feel of wearing different faces
hand over control all the space and all the time yea it all just passed you by You've been so many places (woah) and i know the feel of wearing different faces
Fordítás: WE SHOT A HOLD. Arcok.
just hand over control all the space and all the time yea it all just passed you by You've been so many places (woah) and i know the feel of wearing different faces
made five [Chorus - Akon] We all need one We all need somebody to hold us down We all need somebody to ride or die We all, we all need, we all need one
the bop gun like Sir Nose D'Voidoffunk Bitch, I pull a sawed-off from under the waist Open your eyes muthafucka, you got thunder to face Fuck rest, we
ass out like Prince, take his bitch Put my (Graffiti Bridge) right (Under Her Cherry Moon) (woo!) We notorious, pushin them Porsches Y'all niggaz the orphans; US, we
Crunch time in the first quarter, from the worst slaughter Devil's poisonin' the birth water The earth daughter rest her head on my chest Through the struggle we cuddle under half-moon
the stars, In that distant land, Strict as lies, We took our time, They chose such evil, Ohh ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, Low, low The reasons why, we hear.. Ohh
Killah Priest] Mystic night beneath the cherry moon, we rarely move Peace to the ghetto nation, three million population Guns poppin Satan, feel our feather wings Eloheim as we
do we go from here.. [where do we go, ] After the storm has cleared.. [beneath the red moon, skys moan] Where do we go from here.. [where do we go from
your camp For tha jealous, overzealous, we fellaz Blow the the spot like Branford Marsalis Niggaz comin' through and actin' wild Y'all commercial niggaz better have a Coke and a smile, I shot
was watching Sanford & Son workin the graveyard shift at a party before rollin a splif in behind the glass i see crackheads all night but tonight the moon
shit about the city with my nuts in your wife's mouth And keep stringing on your banjo 'cause we don't like that shit we're we come from, bro Now the
Sanford and Son, working the graveyard shift. At a party store, rolling a spliff. I'm behind the glass I see crackheads all night. But tonight the moon
