Friday night, I'm on my way home They oughta make work a crime I'm home for the weekend I'm gonna make the most of my time There's a rock and roll singer
Traduction: Qui, de la. Success Story.
: Friday night, I'm on my way home They oughta make work a crime I'm home for the weekend I'm gonna make the most of my time There's a rock and roll
This is a message to, uh, all of you who, uh, don't believe, alright? They gunna try to bring me down Hatin's what they do Well you gotta keep a smile
thoughts to digest One of the freshest in the land of the west While most niggaz measure success with the ice on they chest I measure it with message and who
our winning smiles, and us With our catchy tunes, and us Now we're photogenic You know, we don't stand a chance Oh, I'll settle down with some old story About a boy who
now Oh see how I be gettin' so passionate I get a thrill even when I bust my gun off by accident The God bless glory, success story Whiteboy Billy put
Killer Clown is comin Look around, your town is crumblin This Big Tech from the midwest, leavin MC's lipless On The Wake-Up Show, make up no, stories
And so the story's told of a hearty group of men it's a tale of their triumphs and their woes. Be it raids and melees ancient or the modern worker's struggle
[Special guests vocals by: Dicky Barrett (MMB), Danny Gallagher and Michelle Darosa] Allow me to tell a story about our little town, The big movies film
who can get it the fastest. Aynsley: Yeah? Guy From Alabama: Yeah, and whoever wins gets nineteen kegs Aynsley: Nineteen who? Guy From Alabama: Kegs,
No) [He was twenty-five] (No. no) [That's why I gotta come clean] (why?) [Because I'm already seventeen] Who's to blame? (Who's to blame?) What his name
this game Bein that, I'm flesh of your flesh, blood of your blood Come from the same hood you come from We share basically the same stories Thought niggaz
