What's behind, Your black door? I wanna know, I wanna know, yeah, May take a week, honey, It may take more, I wanna know, I wanna know, Ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh
Traduction: The Black Keys. Black Door.
Japanese dealers were crooks They leave niggaz eyes cut out; what it means to us He seen too much, but we don't give a fuck Black truck pull up to the door
ignore Things you indore when you fuckin wit the boy All I hear is weezy don't kill me no more I hear your bullshit I play mat at door I'm not a category
Things you indore when u fuckin wit the boy All i hear is weezy don't kill me no more I hear your bullshit I play mat at door I'm not a category I aint
blow this Murdered nobody Left em all baseball'd down, brotha Three wicked ass 6's, Gucci colors {Busta Rhymes} MONEY! Drop dead on the floor Nigga, pass the keys to the door
[foot steps] [keys clink] [door opening, door creak] [Pre-Intro:] Oo-ooh! Oo-oo-oo- oo-ooh! (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeeah!) Ooooh! Oo-oo-oo- oo-ooh! (yeah
managed to slip the clutches Nearly blacking out from dizziness and head rushes Tripping over OD'd bodies of dead lushes Bloodstains paint the plush carpet like red blushes Door
Keys And Violence Trick Heas Da Mayor, Luke Heas Da King, Im Mr. 305 Put Dat On A Triple Beam I Bet It Weigh Out More Den A Boat Load Of Keys Holla
own grand purple thrones, those chairs of lust & love we must, in beds of rust Steel doors lock in prisoner's screams & muzak, AM, rocks their dreams No black
I, I'm driving black on black Just got my license back I got this feeling in my veins this train is coming off the track I'll ask polite if the devil
It's not black enough to see where any white is So I'll wait another hour for you and your designer jeans And I remember you as heartless as a freeway
n***a, let's go man, let me walk you up to the... come on... n***a where the keys at, n***a we need to open your door, n***a! [The Game] I got love for
walkin outta larry's army wear used with some black leather shoes and desert BDU's many boxes of ammo, i got the camo face paint barricaded the tower doors
Reach for your razor Cut through the dawn See through your inner wrath Keys shan't open the doors Behold my heart has stopped My lungs are laid the final
know if I can cause I know that I've lost my keys. I'm here front of the door and I'm feeling a bit lonely I'm sitting on the step just like a black
