a fascist attack Twenty on one, they know he won't fight back Get out of this town! Got to get out, gotta get out Gotta get out of this town There's
a fascist attack Twenty on one, they know he won't fight back GET OUT OF THIS TOWN!!! Got to get out, gotta get out gotta get out of this town There
Übersetzung: No Use For A Name. Get Out Of This Town.
s a fascist attack Twenty on one, they know he won't fight back Get out of this town! Got to get out, gotta get out Gotta get out of this town There's
down law, a new sheriff round here Get tore in a forrest, dare come around here I'm a country nigga, don't take me for no bammer When I say I use my hammer
know they don't mix Especially when a bitch turns tricks for a fix So be careful, 'cause that shit's out there It's a 4-letter word that you should fear
impossible if there's a will there's a way So get your mind on official business You can be great And it's been this way from the cradle to the grave So get
I seen one time, About a man riding 'cross the desert and it starred Gregory Peck. He was shot down by a hungry kid trying to make a name for himself.
song sing out." [Woman] Who's this? Hope this ain't the law, draw out the bushes wit' my sawed-off shotgun. [Krayzie] "Come on out right now I'm
too All I got is this money, this will do [Chorus] Who would have thought I'd be caught in this life? Let's celebrate with a toast And get lost in tonight
For another star is falling in Boston tonight! If your name ain't Russell, Williams, Brady, Ortiz, Yaz, Orr, Bird, This place can be a little tough,
use you because we didn't send for you" I was trained. The government paid, the government spent over $250,000 to train me as a pilot, and then after I got overseas, a
another Sold out show tomorrow night in L.A. [This is the life] Robbie: Whoa did you hear that sold out in L.A! Whoa! Farmain: Ow Ow needle in finger
A/k/a the street hustler from the Westside Too damn fly, too much finesse for the hoo ride I rather take a mark off smooth Cause the skilll of a hustler
lots of funeral wakes Make your bones Bring a rat back dead just ahead A cop's better Use this beretta Snitch, bet your bitch She in a pre-dug ditch Cause I command a
shot a nigga in his neck for disrespect, caught a body Got a murder in Miami for a shoot-out at a party Got blood in my trunk from a punk who squealed
flow To a track layed back by Kid Rock G Now even white bitches in the subberbs they jock me With a smile pow wow they want this getto thing So pow wow