Traduction: Forgotten Rebels. Respect And Lies.
down. West Side, San Jose. Rut or ruin i think i'll stay for awhile No respect - all lies I've seen through your diguise I'm all heart - No lies like
don?t believe it I, Forgot her bloody birthday card, She wont be a happy gal, Forgot her bloody birthday card, She?s gonna scream and yell, Forgot
And I am love and love conquers all I love to turn on the mic and rock the house and come on everybody and help me turn it out And just clap your hands
less about what you do Couldn't care less about the lies You couldn't find the time to cry We forgot about love We forgot about faith We forgot about trust We forgot
Nation Little Suzy, she was only twelve She was given the world with every chance to excel Hang with the boys and hear the stories they tell She might act kind of proud, but no respect
I wish I would've known Cause I didn't kiss my mama goodbye I didn't tell her that I loved her and how much I care Or thank my pops for all the talks And
,some may call my words lies I've lived more in one day than they will in their lives But most do respect the words I inject Kick credit for realism and
about what you do You couldn't care less about the lies You couldn't find the time to cry We forgot about love We forgot about faith We forgot about trust We forgot
Little Suzzie she was only twelve She was given the world with every chance to excel Hang with the boys and hear the stories they tell She might act kind a proud but no respect
genuine rhine and black patented leather On half naked honeys who forgot about the weather Fuck an exhibition, and warm up scrimmage Shoot more words
And never could kick a verse When worse come to worse I'm better Shine like genuine rhine, and black patented leather On half naked honeys who forgot
got to be the bigger man and let it roll off The talk don?t bother me I believe in me if nobody else does And let it roll off just like the one And
and eat it too Talkin' all that jazz Lies, that's when you hide the truth It's when you talk more jazz than proof And when you lie and address something
Bald head and Dreads locks yo, strictly Hiphop. we blow the shots and, (Wo Wo) and den Escape from the cops. Cause we criminal minded, and rhyming with time, and
as well as the good May we be heard and understood From the suburbs to the hood May You judge us by our hearts And not by our mistakes And see that