lay me down to sleep And dream of my treasure map It shows me the place my maypole's buried at And I dream of all the fun I have When my maypole comes out
lay me down to sleep And dream of my treasure map It shows me Things my maypole's buried at And I dream of all the fun I have When my maypole comes out
Traduction: Chicago. Fallin 'Out.
but there's a light on in chicago and i know i should be home all the colors of the street signs.. they remind me of the pickup truck out in front of
Police Dispatcher .. He's headed out a window The man with the bag is running like a son of a bitch We have people with bags running across, running
"Twas down in Mississippi no so long ago, When a young boy from Chicago town stepped through a Southern door. This boy's dreadful tragedy I can still
car buried under the influence. The city is driving me out of my mind. I seen a child, he's caught in the sad trap of gravity, he falls from the lowest
By now in New York City. There's snow on the ground. And out in California. The sunshines' falling down. And maybe down in Memphis, Graceland's all in
I steps on toes In a pair of hot shorts and eight inch stelletoes Iced out, drippin in Channell Prada, Gucci, and all that I make 'em fall back Hair done
REALLY DOING IT! Unngh! Unngh! Harry: RHONDA . . . have you no SHAME! Keep the briefcase closed, for chrissake! All your documents are falling out!
who hot Tony Yayo I bet 10 G's you flop Run up on that new 300 C you got Stop hoping I fall, hope the bleeding stop And I hope you black out before you
got twin desert eagles, nigga suck on these I got that CEO flow, yeah my bars are sweet Like Hova in Takeover, chewin out Mobb Deep Like Pac on Hit Em Up, chewin out
