It's for you, my baby, it's for you I'll give it all back to you It's for you and maybe it's for you I know that my heart is true Oh, with you, oh, with
Traduction: Blue System. C'est pour vous.
it, cowards get it They still wonder how I did it Now y'all wit it, these niggaz see how I spit it Huh, these bitches see how I kit it You can hear my
From the beginning From the beginning is it winning, is it ever? Unearthly, resistance, forever You think your thief based system is clever? It's a simplistic
love but never gets near me Tricky It's a beautiful day, well it seems as such Beautiful thoughts means I dream too much Even if I told you, you still
Verse 2:] Pardon my french but I don't think we ready for a lady president, it's evident that it's a mans world so that's irrelevant, the system think
true that you weren't so blue and you felt like you could just do anything, yeah but we're facing the sunset and for a moment it looks like it's rising
death it's a suicidal success Jealous of you? You're 5'2", low IQ My words strike you, and any motherfucker that likes you "It's coming, Seamus!" And that's how you
you follow suit behind the blood between the red and white and blue but it's too deep for you to see and everyone eventually will take the step cause it's
it around You say you don't know You tell me don't lie You work at a smile and you go for a ride You had a bad day You've seen what you like And
you gone bust or play bones? You motherfuckin clone, get off that nigga's style and get'cha own It's Miscellane and it's on again For the niggas that
white, the blue and The blue and the red For Clips and Bloods The white for who's got you doin Time bustin caps on one another The Underground's down for
: You like that, huh? I told you you'd love it... It's a way of life! ROAD CREW CHORUS: The guys in the crew Have got a present for you! MARY: A present
just +Let Me Ride+ You would do it if my name was Dre, second comin motherfucker Throw it up for the king of L.A. I'm known for makin bitches take they
what you think about me If you know, then you shouldnt ask about me Mr. Hip hop - Mr. Punk Rock - Mr. Huntington beach It's ya boy Jahred, it's not what you
Suffa:] Duck and cover Cause when you fuck with Suffa it's like the bomb's dropped You spit like Bon Jovi, we spit like Bon Scott We got it on lock, "
you came to lose We drop classics you bastards My final four defeats sweet sixteens like March madness It's not passive, it's so ravenous This collaborative
