Traduction: Rush Of Fools. Pour ceux.
for those For those who are poor For those who are broken, those who mourn For those bound by chains with no way to freedom but for grace But for grace
that my momma did These dope beats comin up, I'm servin those clucker bitches My beeper still goin off, I'm thinkin of addin riches For dollars and sense
Tryin' to come up on somethin', bubblin'! I'm a say this really, really, really loud! Y'all wanna rumble, I'll bust them, rush them! Trust him, never!
I'm lookin' for my khaki pants I looked around and couldn't find 'em So I put on Stan's And then I headed to the closet for my Fila shoes They lookin
amuse myself and eavesdrop on those japanese girls Party-planning Chic and lovely broken english She smiles at me and mouths that we're all fools That
can't get enough, Want some under your skin you're begging me for more, You'll get addicted to this but baby you've been more, Don't let these innocent eyes fool
do you work all those controls in there? That's really fantastic . . . Phyllis: Oh, it's nothing. Don: All of those buttons and switches . . . Phyllis
. Transportation furnished by the David Rockefeller of Remote Control Company. Their slogan is, "Why wait for 1984? You can panic now...and avoid the rush." So much for
stations Situations running through my head Well looking back on time You know it's clear that I've been blind I've been a fool To open up my heart To
was all in place But the girl had the pitbull face So we ran jumped drove swam crawled hid Oh lord god forbid My homies see me at the motel Cause those fools
than you cat, shocked when I got the news that this nigga ready for war, well where that fool at? I bruise wack rap niggaz severely punish them Especially those that get fucked for
my last confession. Read it well When I at last am sleeping. It's the story Of those who always loved you. Your mother gave her life for you Then gave
never would have said those things to you you have to be crazy to say those things to you Let's face it I made a mistake well you know, fools rush in
Outlaw due to my life that's come to pass Dre, pass me the glass of wine So I can pour it over my homies grave and mine For all those who fallen and answered
So, make them stop to dey look oh Person no be fool oh Them know the rules and the views But still them refuse Looking for a scapegoat to choose Na the fool
looking boy That's a real good looking boy That's a real good looking boy That's a real good looking boy Wise men say Only fools, only fools rush in
like Dorf, who wants the war Then slide by my, lyrical driveby Chops rush, making black hearts bust, plus knifes they got when they rush, built like construction tools Crushing fools