La [KRISTINE] La... [GIRLS] Sing, sing Sing a sing a sing sing Sing, sing Sing, Sing [BOYS] Never sing a note. Please never, Never sing a
Übersetzung: A Chorus Line Soundtrack. Sing!.
tryin' to switch in the third lane That's when I realized this bitch was a bird brain A pigeon writin' her baby pops in the box in the prison Sing-sing
these niggaz turnin and never learn Got a long line of niggaz player hatin me but gettin burned Talk a lot of shit but youse a trick in drag Like the
pulse rushin, send my pulse into insanity Shout at my cousin now we bustin if they yo' family The coppers wanna see me buried, I ain't worried I got a line on the D.A
Times of Armageddeon, murder in mass amounts In this society where only gettin the cash counts I started out as a beginner Entered the criminal lifestyle became a
and get rid of that (whoooo!) Hit his fitted hat! - He won't get a chance to Twitter that. (YEEAH!) I make the Reuger sing a song, bullets? humm/tongue
musicians a we a run di peace look how some likkle rasta bwoy nuh know John who live out a east A nuff a dem a wolf unda clothes a nyam meat yeah... Cuh him a
watch how she roun A long time mi a notice how di leg dem brown Nuff night mi see har inna har mini night gown A line mi a line up fi lick out mi sound
a shocking Vibes glory, laugh ... Woo deh deh woo Yes, yuh hear mi, check dis. Chorus: Well D.J. a ketch cholera, cholera Just true mi style a mi favor, favor Fi a bwoy mi no frade a
gone do it again (hey) Mission four Got the vintage Rolls Drop a couple hundreds tell him leave it at the door [Pre-Chorus:] I ain't worried doing me tonight A
we gone do it again (hey) Mission four Got the vintage Rolls Drop a couple hundreds tell him leave it at the door [Pre-Chorus:] I ain't worried doing me tonight A
: [Chorus:] Well we're comin to your city Gonna play our guitars and sing you a country song We'll all be flyin higher than a jet air liner And if you
: Come see a living, breathing spectacle Only seen right here It's your last chance in this lifetime The line forms to the rear You won't believe your
Just In A Matter Of Weeks We Go From A To Z And I Go From Knowin To Wonderin Then She Goes Along And Writes Another Song That Changes The One I Used To Sing
: [Chorus:] Me Bust A Shot For My Lova (Plow!) Me Bust A Shot For My Love (Plow!) Me Bust A Shot For My Lova (Plow!) Me Bust A Shot For My Love (Plow
har eyes Dem spin over rite away mi sey she tell me she get win over Real version dis ah no cover whe dem sing over whe dem sing over gal [Chorus:] Oh