you in the morning I feel your warmth so true The light inside of me Is there for all to see But all I think about is you But all I think about is you
Traduction: Amérique. Tout ce que je pense c'est Vous.
bricks could move, (you can say 20 a block) Many niggas'll ride (you could fill a football field) (How much money you got?) You think I signed a football
Z-Ro] 27 years of struggle is all I saw I done lost homies to homies, and homies to the law Everywhere I lay my head, dere been homicides I done seen
DTP, how we do Call you and you can call me Whatever you wanna do baby [Chorus: J/Weav & (Chingy) 4x] (You, could, roll, wit, me) You call if you wanna
of adults!" [Luke speech:] What is this?? Is this not America? This is not China! This is not Russia! This is not the place where they brought down
noise] "If you would suck my soul, I will lick your funky emotions." "Is this America?! YEAH! Is this freedom?! NO! Is this Democracy?! NO! Is equality
you did this to me! I gave you a job, woman! Dammit, why did you do this to me? Now what's America gonna think? I mean, it could've just been me, you
throwdown, the shit's about to go down Uhh, me and Snoop about to clown I'm "Losin My Religion", I'm vicious on these stool pigeons You might be deep
you'll be clawed to death Cause I'll be fighting for my freedom with my dying breath Do you remember that is what I'm asking you? You think you living
largest Now they all is dead and I roll as a solo artist Plus I made all the beats and wrote all the raps Well I really didn't, but I did accordin' to
