But what's reality when you're from the hood It's evil yea, yea, yea (Chorus) Evil, Evil Roy, who is fooling who Don't you know Evil Evil someone watching
will make good But what's reality when you're from the hood It's evil yea, yea, yea (Chorus) Evil, Evil Roy, who is fooling who Don't you know Evil Evil
Traduction: Earth Wind \u0026amp; Fire. Evil Roy.
good But what's reality when you're from the hood It's evil yea, yea, yea (Chorus) Evil, Evil Roy, who is fooling who Don't you know Evil Evil someone
[FZ guitar, vocals Steve Vai impossible guitar parts Ray White vocals Tommy Mars keyboards Arthur Barrow bass Chad Wackerman drums Roy Estrada vocals
like a Rob Roy But now Im coming next to you Run,Devil,Run Run Devil,Run Run Run Devil Devil Run Run I never knew about your red horns I never saw your evil
like a Rob Roy But now I'm coming next to you Run, Devil, Run Run Devil, Run Run Run Devil Devil Run Run I never knew about your red horns I never saw your evil
like a Rob Roy But now I'm coming next to you Run,Devil,Run Run Devil,Run Run Run Devil Devil Run Run I never knew about your red horns I never saw your evil
I am not your homeboy We are not from the same home boy My Nina Baker bring your joy I'll destroy who ya employ I shoot twelve rounds, now Jr. Jones Roy
not your homeboy We are not from the same home boy My Nina Baker bring your joy I?ll destroy who ya employ I shoot 12 rounds, now Jr. Jones Roy Y?all
am not your homeboy We are not from the same home boy My Nina Baker bring your joy I'll destroy who ya employ I shoot 12 rounds, now Jr. Jones Roy Y'all
You wont last long like weed in brass bongs Just another fag on sum sad bitch ass songs I shine sober cuz Bugz is a soldier Beat that ass like Roy Jones
like a Rob Roy But now I'm coming next to you Run, devil, run, run, devil, run, run Run, devil, devil, run, run I never knew about your red horns I never saw your evil
I am not your homeboy We are not from the same home boy My Nina Baker bring your joy I'll destroy who ya employ I shoot 12 rounds, now Jr. Jones Roy
I am not your homeboy We are not from the same home boy My Nina Baker bring your joy I?ll destroy who ya employ I shoot 12 rounds, now Jr. Jones Roy