One hand will take, one hand will give That's all we know and that is how we live One day hello, next day goodbye And everyone just stay high Same old
Way back yonder in the days of old The men was workin' but not savin' any dough Then came a woman lookin' real cool She said to herself "Now, that's my
Parfois je m'ennuie Et je descends respirer le soleil La ville fait du bruit Mais elle n'a pas le temps D'?uter le coeur des passants Alors je m'en vais
Nei quartieri dove il sole del buon Dio non da i suoi raggi ha gia troppi impegni per scaldar la gente d'altri paraggi, una bimba canta la canzone antica
So yea basicaly alot of people ask me how life was then... so here it is My old home smelled of good birth Boiled red beans kernal oil and hand me down
Where are my boys? They are in deepest water Where are they now? They are over the hill and far away But they are broken men who lie low Waiting for miracles
He looked funny The children called him the scarecrow An old raincoat And baggy trousers and sneakers he found at the dump Oh, but if you bothered to
As night falls we left Japan With half a ton of contraband Tight black shirts and pink armbands Don't tell our parents, they wouldn't understand Maybe
[2pac: Talking] I Don't Want To Be Forgotten. I'll Always Be A Troublemaker To Some People. But We Grow. We All Grow. We're Made To Grow. You Either Evolve
Stumbled my way on the darkest afternoon I got a beer in my hand and I'm draggin' a stoagle too the back of my brain is tickin' like a clock I simmer
N-ggas say they like my old shit So I give them some old shit What the f-ck do I care, its old Shit I'll give them some old shit No, I'll give them some
You and I can share the silence Finding comfort together The way old friends do And after fights and words of violence We make up with each other
You and I can share the silence Finding comfort together The way old friends do And after fights and words of violence We make up with each other The
Dio com'ero vecchio quando non ceri tu nemmeno nello specchio mi riconosco piu Dio com'ero grigio senza i tuoi colori e successo quel prodigio che si
Get yourself cooler, lay yourself low coincidental murder, with nothing to show with the judge, constipation will go to his head and his wife's aggravation
