Traduction: Sam. D'autre part.
snack And get that out your hand, punk, jump and get your dunk smacked foul, we all know the rules bro You slow, you blow the soup on your fools, his
Sweetmeal Sam, real ham, handing out bread and jam just like any picnic. It's 5-4 on William Wright; he made his pile on Derby night. When Billy
I stop on Got a different kind of cop on Killing them by the million for Uncle Sam Saturday night just ain't that special Yeah, I got the constitution on
missed Ice Cube is out-gunned, what is the outcome? Will they do me like Malcolm? Cause I bust styles, new styles, standin - strong! While, others +Run
man I put hands on you I dig a hole in the desert, they build The Sands on you Lay out blueprint plans on you We Rat Pack niggaz, let Sam tap dance on
t want me in the damn club They even made me show I.D to get inside of Sam's club I did dirt and went to church to get my hands scrubbed Swear I've been
John Cale) It was a very cold clear fall night. I had a terrible dream the other night. Billy Name and Brigid were playingunder my stair case on
The other night we went to see Sam's play Doin' the things that we want to It was very physical it held you to the stage Doin' the things that he want
Sam Cooke) Yeah, clap your hands We're having a party, dancing to the music played by the D.J. on the radio The Cokes are in the icebox, popcorn's on
, batter, but then I lay back on a hammock Under an oak tree, like I was peelin? pecans But instead, I?m peelin? rappers? heads, makin? a sam-a-wich Think
understand On one hand I could stay (Aah) And be your lovin' man But the reason I must go Is on the other hand Yea the reason I must go Is on the other hand
The other night we went to see Sam's play Doin' the things that we want to It was very physical, it held you to the stage Doin' the things that he wants
I lay back on a hammock Under an oak tree, like I was peelin' pecans But instead, I'm peelin' rappers' heads, makin' a sam-a-wich Think I'ma turn into
jungle brother boots Hopped on the vine and swung through the city Today's your day, said the neighborhood gypsy Kept on jumpin to the other side of town
grazin' skin with these razorblades he waves at ya' Not your everyday Damien, bathe me in holy water Nothin' like Son of Sam, so please understand there's no gun in hand
I say it I can't, let you or self down If I were on the highest cliff, on the highest rift And you slipped off the side and clenched on to your life
smack him where his hand hurt, fuck what he worth Yo he sucked his thumb, smooth for the kid laced with the big guns Stain to my Baltimore niggas that he on
