Traduction: Joan Of Arc. Message coït Rock.
(Musica: Edwood; Testi: Fabio Campetti) morning eyes, sister faith dew for a day, you must be a wonder, a wonder morning eyes, sister faith queen
telling them to shew Letters have come to you everyday But you won?t read one if your uncle has anything to say There?s no post on Sundays No post on
It's 123 chop. Hey pea we were playing. We're all so tuckered out. Sorry I'm becoming a mean old coot as it were. We stayed until 2. (Let's up and get
Hey pea we were playing. We're all so tuckered out. Sorry I'm becoming a mean old coot as it were. We stayed until 2. (Let's up and get away from here
ya Got up in the club Posted in the back Feeling so good Looking so bad Rocking this skirt Rocking this club Got my middle finger up I dont really give a f*** Rocking these diamonds Im rocking
, I just got me a triple beam, From a dope feen, But he a homie though, Use to be a balla, Till he started using all his dough, Rock it up, Chop it
fur die jungs sogsar deine brille tanz dir auf der nase herum. Lets go!! Refrain: Dieser Sound ist fur deinen korper tag fur tag cause i rock ya body
the woom Harder then the lunch you consume for us It had a cancerous fume war, lust Men who made killing hobbiest Sellin powerfully Like healthy livestock It made tides rock
measured by tradition, or any type of 'ligion, huh Not even cosmic dimensions and such But many fools, they try to post a duel Try to post a front but
I wanted twenty Fuck having some, shit I wanted plenty Back in the gap, when I first hit the block With my first 25, and a hand full of rocks Posted
guerilla that's after the scrilla, I cock glocks I'm the top knotch, body armored like Shaq done blocked shots Dropping cops cause they crooked, I'm the law now Posted
est nerveuse Let's flow with that Ca te prend du knowledge Lis le probleme, c'est des maths Savoir ecouter le pire Puff un weed, listen C'est rock'n'
im blessed with what they call exclussive get it boiz or you'll be dieing fo' sho' we be rawlin ijamine got me stallin ching a ling he post it up
Skate King back when bangin was in And if the fiends aint have 20, we would slang it for 10 Drankin' the gin, posted on the corners at night Sparkin
no name no shame Might open ya head foe mess broke change I stay posted like a flag (flag) Starin' thru my rear view ballin' in a jag (jag) Bounce wit me Cali body rock
times its like I'm living just to die I'm living in hell, stuck in my jail cell, stranded in the county jail waiting for my chance to post bail I wanna
