In a manger like Christ I lay Yellow fever, yellow hay Feel the rhythm, sweetest sound Making, breaking sacred ground I'd give you a piece of my love
In a manger like Christ I lay Yellow fever, yellow hay Feel the rhythm, sweetest sound Makin', breakin' sacred ground I'd give you a piece of my love
Traduction: New Order. Times Change.
: In a manger like Christ I lay Yellow fever, yellow hay Feel the rhythm, sweetest sound Making, breaking sacred ground I'd give you a piece of my love
orders Bags over bags stash house look like horters Avon home tell marlo these my corners Matress tight walls we snatching wife daughters Only dimes keep on my time
video games look on the new Sprint Flip out digital screens, look in the new Bent 100 and flat screens, look in the new Pint Even our Air Forces lookin' to new
rhymes out of me I am so ridiculous, I got to compose this I am sorta a reporter strapped to a little recorder The warder having a order not to let me in, in order
composed I get to work on time She?d never stand for any lies She?s got an Out Tray full of guys I could sense a breath, a whole new feeling Now she
I change hoes I make a new style every time I change clothes Man they jock my rhymes every time I change flows One of the few gettin change but won't change
gettin' in. Nothin' changed the game like we did so we here, still with it. Gotta tell the truth. We changed things. Bringin' somethin' new that's everlasting
watch out for them thugsta thugsta niggas sneakin up on you I told you it's comin Armageddon (It's comin Armageddon) New world order (new world order
just paradise (dise, dise ahh!, ahh!) So what you gonna do, what you gonna do? (do, do, heee heee!) When the new world order come for you. (for you, for
- 2 million miles away. Stand by for emergency manoeuvre. Object coming closer at the speed of light. We have 8 more seconds. Change course by 4 point 6 degrees. Order
My rhymes profess life like the birds and the bees Make Funk-Master Flex say yo I'm feeling these Flows make you shit in your drawrs. Change your dungarees
(feat. Nick Cannon, Chingy, Fat Joe) [Intro] New York, Put it on the flo?. New York, Put it on the flo?. (What!) (C?mon) Cali, Put it on the flo?. Cali
The soul's escaping, through this hole that it's gaping This world is mine for the taking Make me king, as we move toward a, new world order A normal