head [Hook] They call it love and I get plenty of it The rich kids burn it, my broke people dub it They call it hate and I get plenty of it The snakes
, give head They call it love and I get plenty of it The rich kids burn it, my broke people dub it They call it hate and I get plenty of it The snakes
Übersetzung: Atmosphäre. They Call It.
Now I can tell by the way the rain hits the glass that it wants to be cold. It wants to be snow. Is it falling there, obscuring small fires that deign
call me a fool) They've got no business to talk (They've got no reason at all) I'll take a chance with you Baby It doesn't matter at all It doesn't matter
to call my own And so I made the race, and staked me out a place, And settled down along the Cimarron It blowed away, it blowed away, My Oklahoma home, it blowed away It
forever more (Repeat) Verse 1 Damian Marley: Well did you know the pen Is stronger than di knife And they can kill you once But they can't kill
friends and my home to a place they call sacred a place I call hell I long for that corner I once knew so well. Go to the grind it's all that I have Work
, i didn't realise, is it? Oh, fantastic! It was magic then, you see, cause the way... Questioner: well, they call it the centre of europe. It's an
store shop on the Mersa wats worser? It's no verse that would reverse the- In print or in cursive They curse the name, or maybe call me Kane Let's have
Early natives related to throwns of David captured by some patriots, and thrown on slave ships they stripped us naked, while they wives picked they favourite
died Burning up the atmosphere and cutting down the trees The billion dollar bombing of a nation on it's knees Anyone not marching to their tune they call it
I'll make. I'm above it in the air. I'm above it. Moving past the speed of sound, I won't see them when they hit the ground. No hiding from the Hell
that I?ll make. I?m above it in the air. I?m above it. Moving past the speed of sound, I won?t see them when they hit the ground. No hiding from the
boomin like rockets Folks try to stop it but they know that it's that... (Chorus) Its that sSutherplayalisticcaddilac funky music Now players if you choose it
in my veins While the rest of the country bungies off bridges Without no snap back and bitches they say they need that To shake they fannies in the ass clubs they
death calls who's really a thug The street glory got me deeply in love Can't shake it, can't take it, can't make it Got me needin' this drug (Chorus