As the snow flies On a cold and gray Chicago mornin' A poor little baby child is born In the ghetto And his mama cries 'Cause if there's one thing that
There's blood in the streets, it's up to my ankles There's blood on the streets, it's up to my knee Blood on the streets in the town of Chicago Blood
As the snow flies On a cold and gray Chicago mornin' A poor little baby child is born In the ghetto And his mama cries 'cause if there's one thing that
Lyrics: FALCO/V. Toulouse, Music: Robert Ponger; Published by P.S.-Music/Edition Falkenhorst Been and seen down flight from Chicago All aboard the African
be back home, need to be back home, Need to be back home, need to be back home yeah Born in Chicago but I go home Tennessee Yeah I born in Chicago but
Or Roger Clinton, i'm not riding off my brothers fame Cause all you sap suckers dont even know my brothers name Bill Ritchie he lives in Chicago He rides
As the snow flies On a cold and grey Chicago morn A poor little baby child is born in the ghetto And his mama cries Cause there's one thing that she
Girlfriend Get Low I don't care she like Lil' Jon, dip low I'm on a mission.org Guaranteed, in a lane, know I'm gonna score Chicago Picasso in stores
(feat. Black Rob, G. Dep, Loon) {"Sirius" by Alan Parsons Project plays in the background} {better known to some as "Introducing your Chicago Bulls"
I can't stop nawl I won't stop I cant stop nawl I won't stop I can't stop nawl Soulja Boy tell em 18 years old (ay yea boy) Born in Chicago, IL (ay yea
a summer day Never thought the girl would dog me out that way It was a cold chill on a summer morn Never cried like a baby since the day I was born It
be surprised They Liberate Your Dreamscape Till you can't remember To recall Where your wings Have gone Tell me where they've gone From Jordan to Chicago Another child is born
Family is in a rut & they're fat & they're foreign thugs Chicago & new york, the family is not of blood Well maybe you forgot the store was on a front
Goin' through the same things, we seein' eye-to-eye And no matter what happens, promise I'll let nuttin' die Shit was born when he got bagged with fifty
jean with the info Did you know that a haitian was the founder of chicago? Jean baptiste you might wanna google search ... all you do is google earth. [Chorus:] I was born