coming my way This song is not for you only for people living like we do, and not for the true Hey baby with a one two three four Pride with a mission
Traduction: The Sounds. Song With A Mission.
got a nigga living in sin All that I wanted, was to make dividends Maybe get my T. a new house, with a Benz to get in And my kin folks, a platinum plack
for Tricky Attitude is cool degrees below zero Up against the wall behaving like De Niro Tricky's performing taking his phono Making a stand with a
missed... And I've tried to spend my time with somebody new But everyone still reminds me of you I tried to play some songs that'd changed my point of view But every sound
that you be chasin on I just deliver the lyrics that people focus on Hands and a boob and a chopped up song Put it in a store and they go cops on
with a ??, that pussy makes me change Or expansion on the mansion or acres in the shooting range Shootin thangs (shootin thangs), it don't make you a villain The villain is chillin with
with them wheels to match Got them big dawg speakers bumpin up in the back Got that Snoop Dogg CD is what I insert Roll down my windows, sounds like a concert And on a
I left home a long long time ago and a tin can for the road and a suitcase and some songs chasing miles through the night time making tracks with no time
If I've got one chance, one choice I'll sing it from the heart, one song, one voice A song that heals A melody of reason and freedom With words that
if it's right or wrong So buck the buddah, light a bong But take a look at mariah the next time I inspire you to write a song, cmon (Chorus) Oh oh
With a note attached saying someone please whip this brat's ass. I never gave a rat's ass or a flying fuck Driving drunk in a fire truck with the siren
