Traduction: Les Seigneurs de Dogtown BO. Turn To Stone.
describe it sending chills, down my bones [1ST BRIDGE] With God as my witness and watching over We'll write our love in the stone Please give us strength Lord
on. Passing me by, Lord, passing me by. Marble and stone. Lord, marble and stone I keep losin' won't never win. Marble and stone, Marble and stone
Well, I'm running down the road tryin' to loosen my load I've got seven women on my mind, Four that wanna own me, Two that wanna stone me, One says
Well, I'm running down the road tryin' to loosen my load I've got seven women on my mind, Four that wanna own me, Two that wanna stone me, One says she
a pose yeah send me something you wrote School of the hard knocks we don't like to boast Go down the road their cars are rolling stones Boys fighting lords
t get money nigga, that is absurd I passed it like magic, then ball like Byrd You can find me in the hood from the first to the third Goin hard for them clear diamond stones
house if you don't get a raise just stay close to goin to work with the 12 gauge, ya you see a new millenium but feel like your in the stone age, stressin
this That's right bitch, I'm a ignant son of a bitch And I do click quick, it might be halves and zones To break a nigga bones, but never be stones and
Christian, now becomes a soldier I'm pimping a pen from living in sin, so niggaz like my song Chef Ro-V up in the kitchen, so these cluckers like my stones
you now, why you wanna hang out? I pull the hammer back Strike wit' a cannon and blow your muthaf**kin' back out They blast but I'm still standin' Slightly scarred deep Questions for the lord
I dont have time to edit Got to thank the Lord that He's helped me find my feet Oh praise the Lord he give me power to defeat If you give me stoneness
based on sinnin, I'm hellbound Rather be buried than be worried, livin held down My game plan to be trained and, military Mind of a Thug Lord, sittin
is based on sinnin, I'm hellbound Rather be buried than be worried, livin held down My game plan to be trained and, military Mind of a Thug Lord, sittin
, but open fire? Life in the pen ain't for me, cause I'd rather die But don't cry through your despair I wonder if the Lord still cares for us niggas
