everything has left you And the clothes you wear belong to someone else See your shadow chasing off towards the shore line Drifting into emptiness There are bull-rushes
Übersetzung: Weller, Paul. Bull-rush.
Oh, how well I remember the Old Bull and Bush Where we used to go down on a Sattadau night Where, when anythink happened, it come with a rush For the
and I'll glow To the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle. Dance Bum rush the speaker that booms I
and I'll glow To the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle Dance go rush to the speaker that booms I'm killing
Thor Knee deep into the war, sirens and gats roar Livin life, ragin bull, life's the matador I soar, above the law, branded illegal They still rush my
a vandal Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle Pressure, pushing down on me Pressing down on you, no man ask for Dance - Bum rush the speaker
they hate on U walk by they get wrong u reply then shit get blown Way outta proportion way past discussion Just u against them, pick one then rush em
friends from back in the day Down the street form Calumet a school full of stones He nicknamed me K-Rock so they'd leave me alone Bulls jacket with his
U walk by they get wrong u reply then shit get blown Way outta proportion way past discussion Just u against them, pick one then rush em Figure u get
a predator, and I was raped by a bull I got a sharp suit on, you watch me take to the floor And see me in control Lick your lips, taste the rush Keep
style'll switch swift Criminal background, I can go underground Pound for pound every lyric I throw down Cause this is a showdown, suckers I mow down They rush
Veins'll bleed and just stain the streets No rat but I'm always chasing cheese My flows nuts so squirrls always rush the booth I'm into that beastiality yea fuck the bull
catch the blast of a hype verse My glock bursts, leave in a hearse, I did worse I come rough, tough like an elephant tusk Ya head rush, fly like Egyptian
it was a Saturday Right after that party that he lead out down the way Gunshots spread - everyday, all day (fuck!) D.T.'s rushed the party in 2K Buck
Cheech & Chong track "Pedro and Man At The Drive-In," in which a man is whipped and gives cries of satisfaction] Woman: "Listen all you motherfuckers! Callin' alllll freaks! Bull
of a chaks I'm a rude boi, I ain't gotta relax I got this game in my head like dax Got this game in my hand, be cool I'll stop a bull, make a boi relax
I'll put you the fuck out" And when you put your words like that It's like third strike black you struck out His man tried to rush me from behind Chaps