you Wait for them Wait for them to go dear Stand over it Im watching you Wait for you Wait for you to roll here To roll down the hill
Traduction: Domaines. Roll Down The Hill.
there's gold in the air It's falling like water, coming down from the hills. Go West young man Earn a dollar a day just like your family said. You're rolling
game I'mma play the field Rockland had loot before we signed the deal Haters get in the way and catch the sky like Seal We used to use the streets for the football field
memories now When we were the new boys When we were the new boys All my life I've been running down the side of this hill But way down deep in my heart
the tide Back in the good old world. On October's last I'll fly back home rolling down winding way. Scare crows are all dressed in rags out at the edge of the field
ask for head fo' Why, because I said so Don't make me let that lead go Better head yo ass back up in them hills Like fuckin' Jethro We down in the field
a token booth It was on a hot wet night, I think it was a Saturday Right after that party that he lead out down the way Gunshots spread - everyday, all
up! My my my pockets swolled up! Say what, say what Just roll up! What's the hold up unload and reload up. Hellfire....Handle the hill? shellfire Kill
Killah Priest I leave the blood filling in the street I'm from the dark hills of Brownsville The seven shields on windmills across the killing fields
Rhyme sayers say a prayer, see a minister Drinks are on the house, the house is on the hill The hills are on FIRE, it started in the fields Smoke inhalation
s voice] Well hello there sweetheart. You ain't got no business out here in this cotton field, And that beatsack skirt And that hand-me-down shirt. Now
work for the po-po Shut em down Chorus: Go on nigga nigga do 211 Game mak-make 'em do 187 Shut that bitch down Shut that bitch down Were dat nigga
down to the wire And the walls came down all the way to hell Never saw them when they're standing Never saw them when they fell An ambulance rolled
scattered A workers cottage broken down And left in shambles Leave the path, strike out alone Up on the ridge I ramble Back to the wind, face wet with rain Above the fields
Miles of highway poppies A stretch of maybe flowers past Signal Hill away We were parked and searching For a hubcap rolling into the fields of thorn