a heart left broken, linger in her eyes. Gotta find a way, some way to ease the pain... With her hand on the trigger, hand on her heart, just one more
Traduction: Great White. Main sur la gâchette.
I coast to the West like we're tired of living at New York here's a piggyback ride to the motherland Hold on brotherman, on the other hand get down I'
to the West like we're tired of living at New York here's a piggyback ride to the motherland Hold on brotherman, on the other hand get down I'm gutter
bigger than a spook But you the one that voted for Duke, motherfucker White man, is somethin I tried to study But I got my hands bloody, yeah They said
So the chase was on, I started running I said "You'd better stop, cause if you don't I'm gonna be gunning" She didn't stop so I popped on in her knee
smooth I coast to the West like we're tired of living at New York here's a piggyback ride to the motherland, hold on brotherman, on the other hand Get
a spook But you the one that voted for Duke, motherfucker White man, is somethin' I tried to study But I got my hands bloody, yeah They said, I could
leave his whorehouse at dawnin There he is, suddenly appears Nuthin in his hand except a six pack of Heiniken beers Steps out the bushes, the trigger
boast Joe smooth I coast to the West like we're tired of living at New York here's a piggyback ride to the motherland Hold on brotherman, on the other hand
for black people and white people Seeking the world of the four horsemen facing John, Henry, the robot, Dr. Smith, and Will Robinson Come in please on
get acquitted But seemed every white face in town knew I did it Or done it, shit about a hundred, approachin white figures Bearin triggers screaming, &
't a guy just the middle man big dreams little hand You ain't even rhyme rat and I'm a coach I put hands on ya bob knight you fucking Roach I'm tucking
