economy Of the rich stealing everything What w don't learn we'll be doomed to repeat Over and over and over and over In America- We blame the illegal
Traduction: Quinze. Over And Over.
the economy Of the rich stealing everything What w don't learn we'll be doomed to repeat Over and over and over and over In America- We blame the illegal
passed And I was sitting at my house, The day was winding down and coming to an end. So I turned on the TV And flipped it over to the news, And what
I got fifteen miles to go now And I can hear my baby callin' my name It's as if, as though I'm standin' at her front door And I can hear that doggone
too young to sip the bub With my whole crew, about ten or fifteen thugs All up in here, we not giving a what And then I spotted shorty, looking good and
I can't find nothing to bitch about, even though I'm low on bread And my partna Duke called me, and said he was coming over You know what that mean, them
and them cats we lost in drive by's Sitting beside your car at night, at odds I'm able to shoot first But just pull it out and show it to you, and smack
girl's tits now taking a big mount Going down south licking the bitch out 'Round 'em and stylin' my dick was shinin' Next minute the babe is grindin' Went outside and
fade the trends will change. Now what is your drug of choice. Pick your poison and enjoy. Now what is your drug of choice. Pick your poison and enjoy
him but he act like he don't know me Pull out his pistol and show me, my lil' homie [Chorus] [2Pac - over Chorus] Hahaha, whassup nigga? YEAH! You
No, I ain't mad at you baby, go 'head and play them fools They chose not to listen, so now he stuck inside his house and can't leave without his bitch
the first time from Jamaica Dillinger and Leroy Smart Delroy Wilson, your cool operator Ken Boothe for UK pop reggae With backing bands sound systems And
Over the city in an airplane I can see everything below The houses they look so tiny The cars look like dots We've only got fifteen minutes to go The
: 3:05 Brian Wilson Over the city in an airplane I can see everything below The houses they look so tiny The cars look like dots We've only got fifteen
Yea) Blowin' out the pound In a brand new truck Where ya at wit' it? Let's go and get it If you a real d-boy Money over bitches [Intro over the hook
