Übersetzung: Smith, Ray. Rockin Little Angel.
people who are the leaves Will remain in our hearts With love, till eternity King Elmore was born, So was Duke Ellington Jelly Roll made love Bessie Smith
kid is serious about his change Ya'll a bunch of wacko jacko's, amped off your names Call me Sugar Ray, the way I dance on you lames My right hand'll
God damn planet Huh (R.J. Ritchie, M. Shafer, J. Krause, M. Young, J. Smith, D. Simon, B. Ervine) © 2007 RJR Publishing / Gaje Music / Warner-Tamerlane (BMI) / Twisted Brown Music / Jo Ray
[Redman] Yo, I'm rolling in my ride, my eyes real chinky Hit 145, buy like 12 twinkies Today a good day, I know, don't jinx it I 'will' keep a 'smith
: (Smith/Kaye/Ray/Shanahan/Daugherty) I had a dream Mr. King If you'll beg my pardon I was trespassing A sacred garden And the blossoms fell And they
: (Smith/Ray) I took a walk out to the sun But I just, just couldn't take it I followed a dream It was circular But I just, just could not fake it
: (Smith/Ray) Suffer not Your neighbor's affliction Suffer not Your neighbor's paralysis But extend your hand Extend your hand Lest you vanish in the
: (Smith/Ray) Here we go around again Curve of life spiraling Everything we've ever known As the seed of life gets blown And the miracle of time When
: (Smith/Ray) It's been a while since I've seen your face It's been a while since I've walked this place I see the monkeys riding on their bikes Racing
: (Smith/Ray) One fine day these words I pray Will breathe a truth Within yourself upon a shelf A life anew So many roads It's hard to know what to
: (Smith/Ray) Hail brother The distant thunder Is nothing but hearts Beating as one Dance of a million On God's pavilion Come come Beat on your drum
: (Smith/Ray/Kaye/Shanahan/Daugherty) On a field of red one gold star Raised above his head Raised above his head He was not like any other He was just
nah) This kid is serious about his change (uh-huh) Ya'll a bunch of wacko jacko's, amped off your names Call me Sugar Ray, the way I dance on you lames
Tha Realest - fuck Hollywood! (Fuck 'em) Hahaha.. [Verse 1] I use to love to watch the motherfuckin Fresh Prince and then I found out that Will Smith
: Yeeah Quoi d'neuf fouiny baby Louis Baby Yeeah J'ai fait mon bout de chemin pourquoi tu parle J'etais perdu au square j'ai dmander ma route a Ray
: (Ray Davies) Mr. Jones, my next door neighbour I feel I've known you all my life I haven't seen you for a while now How's the family? How's that beautiful
riff Out of the depth of your imagination appears Will Smith Black suit, the black shades, the black shoes black tie with the black attitude New style black Ray