alone out here on my own We're always provingwho we arealways reaching for that rising star to guide me farand shine me home out here on my own WHEN
Übersetzung: Fame. On My Own.
Übersetzung: Out Here On My Own. Fame Soundtrack Robbie.
this My wodies who totin' glocks, ready to pop My wodies who slangin' rocks after rocks My Big Tymers with the whole and quarter things My hot girls who bring work on a airplane My
change on ya brain Three of the finest bitches in the city on my team Big body Expedition wit the gangsta lean I wanna see all my homies get on they
for my own is one you'll never know When folks say they don't know me, say I'm not on solid ground You will find me in my alley, pick me up on your way
let my touch on you I let you touch on me Put my tounge on you you put your tounge on me Let me ride on you and you can ride on We can do it all the night
And I can't understand how they wanna wish death upon me, I'm still struggling And I can't understand why I got to raise my son on my own Cause where
my brain, instead of 'caine now I got the title from my momma put the whippin on end now Damn shit done changed now Running credit checks with no shame now I feel the fame
own gain So I keep on steppin', and keep on rappin' Statyin' above the others, you know what's happenin' For the better of myself, and not the fame I
in tha chains of his own game How can I feel guilty after all tha things they did to me Sweated me, hunted me Trapped in my own community One day i'm
on my own I close my eyes and picture home On my block [Chorus] Maybe life is but a dream Hard times is all we've seen (On my Block) Every block
Smoking Ports think my thoughts Then it's back to coasting Who can I trust in this cold world My phony homey had a baby by my own girl But I ain't trippin
ask why Watchin our own downfall, witness the end It's like we don't believe in God cause we livin in sin I asked my homie on the block why he strapped
the jail cell. (One time for my niggas locked up.) One time for my niggas doin life in hell. One time for my niggas on Death Row. (For my niggas on Death
Always keep my eyes on the prize, watch the police Seen so much murder, neighborhoods gettin no sleep But still, I get my money on major, continuously Communicatin through my
the on other one that ever showed me love Was my dope fiend uncle strung out on drugs a striaght thug. Just me, my mama out here on our own So I got two
then When she used to be my girl (when she used to be my girl) [2Pac:] Please Lord forgive me for my life of sin My hard stare seem to scare all my