Hey There's rain on my door step, I got music in my mind Time on my hands to sit and wonder why In this world of dark angels and blood ridden reapers
There's rain on my door step I've got music in my mind Time on my hands to sit and wonder why In this world of dark angels And blood ridden reapers With
: There's rain on my door step I've got music in my mind Time on my hands to sit and wonder why In this world of dark angels And blood ridden reapers
'm dead) Street Fiddadidadam I got my.. Street Fiddadidadam Got my.. Street Fiddadidadam I got my.. Street Fiddadidadam Its the capital L-capital O- capital S- capital O
chiama l'accalappianani G.A.N.G.S.T.A.NANO V.A.C.C.A. Rit. x2 ehi nana vuoi fare un giro con noi ma patti chiari non e che poi chiama l'accalappianani
't gon follow those Hell no, gotta go Word to my prada clothes Pop pill o product in my town, holmes, gotta flow G's call me papa john, knock em like a domino All o
, boom, boom boom boom [2x]] They don?t want music, they don?t know how to use it They don?t want music [2x] They don?t want music, they don?t know how
gros impact Partout t?es une terreur chez nous on t'trouve super sympa J?ai le gauche droite gauche d?un boxeur cubain T?es pas frais tu monte sur nous
Mais creve t'as vu l'heure ou tu t'leves Meme pas j'ose mettre mon reveil t'es deja a la releve Mais laisse au vexe [le soin] de s'fatiguer [le cortex
you who have been here before John. We are going to play a whole We're gonna play a whole collection of stuff that we don't normally do But before we
the flies!) DON'T FUCK AROUND! DON'T FUCK AROUND! DON'T FUCK AROUND! DON'T FUCK AROUND! DON'T FUCK AROUND! DON'T FUCK AROUND! DON'T FUCK AROUND! With
Jigga What' Wouldn't be sign to Dr. Dre I wonder is its luck They got me on MTV with Banks, Fifth, and Buck I ain't tryin to be L.A.'s king he carry a
jacked Got shot, came back, jumped on Dre's back Payback, homey I'm bringin C.A. back And I don't do button up shirts or drive Maybachs All you old record
vous l'avouer, maintenant, chers tontons Vous l'ami les Tommies, vous l'ami des Teutons Que, de vos verites, vos contreverites Tout le monde s'en fiche a l
No lights no camera no action and the pigs wouldn't believe that my slave name was Jackson He said don't lie to me I'm lookin for John, Matt, or Spike