still believe Why are you sleeping? Picking up pieces in the field? Why are you dreaming? Can you hear me when you call that name? Why are you sleeping still
Traduction: Fool's Garden. Toujours.
you still believe Why are you sleeping? Picking up pieces in the field? Why are you dreaming? Can you hear me when you call that name? Why are you sleeping still
out their candles or Combing out their hair Even when they leave They still are there They're there Sipping coffee Here's to the ladies who lunch Everybody
the evening ferry over to the peninsula We found the avenue of trees went up to the hill That crazy avenue of trees, I?m living there still There?s
I'm coming off Yes it's coming back to me The B-U-S-T-A, HEY!! Yo when I MC I'm coming off Yes it's coming back to me (repeat 3X) The B-U-S-T-A, HEY
see he's fooled you all. Yes, he's here again, can't you see he's fooled you all. Share his peace, sign the lease. He's a supersonic
fool) "Yankee, Russian, white or tan," he said, "A man is still a man. We're all on one road, and we're only passing through." Passing through, passing through ... (let's
free Even at my secret garden There's a chance that I could harden That's why I'll keep on looking, for (chorus) I still believe, I still believe '
on her to the place where we can hide it's not even the gun and it could be fun and I'm looking for a .. I'm on the sleepery .. it's still hope I get
cut to a mini truck Better not be trippin never slippin It's just another mothafuckin grave that I'm diggin Forties swiggin got a nigga bent and wanna kill Fools
shit We Latin-thug type, gat-blasters Weed smokers, money holders that's right We Latin-thug type, gat-blasters Weed smokers, money holders that's right Well, it's
Think its time I kill you boyz, wanna run and grab them toys Fuckin' 'round with real McCoys, coward boys that bring the noise Rollin' round in SUV's, DVD's, man fuck some 20's
'll chop off his shit, then he says, what next? Damn, this fool must be Rex, invincible in every type of way Convinsible, I personally think he's gay, it's
little Hitman's in the house my nigga Sisko's in the house my nigga X motherfucking Raided's in the house Kilo and Kilo G's in the house and Kilo's homies
about a nigga like me When it's hard to believe the nine millimeter comin' out my pants gonna make you dance See that's the city and it's making a motherfucker