Übersetzung: Tom Petty. Gangstas \u0026amp; Players.
to 50 Cent and Shady, they gon' play me These lil' niggaz can't fade me, they just babies Play me I'm arm crazy, I'm Tom Brady Emeralds and baguettes
Right now little johns not so little, So bounce bounce baby I wanna see it jiggle, I can see it from here I don't need a tom tom, So like ricky martin
dont have a choice so you might as well be into it. [Mark] Yeah, you might as well act like you wanna hear it, cuz otherwise we'll play it twice. [Tom
: (David Foster, Tom Keane and Cynthia Weil) I look in your eyes and I can see We've loved so dangerously You're not trusting your heart to anyone You
But I'm a do it 'til my heart stops Load a sniper rifle baby take your best shot Rah I spit cold as sub-zero I'm Hendrix, ya'll just playing Guitar Hero
: Yea, this is where I show you how nice I am. 50 bars. I rip up the mic dirty, battle anybody who's worthy The only player out with a CT jersey You
for what I did sleepwalking in her room So what if I threw a party and invited Mayor Menino? He'd tell you to get a permit Well this time Tom I don't
piani fa tutto parte del gioco,tutto parte del gioco,del gioco oh! Hey ganjaman io lo so, che non si puo arrivare alla dance col Tom Tom Tu portati
einer ruft (sind wir schon da) Now play it again Uncle Sam! Banjo ! In der guten alten Zeit der neuen Welt, da stand Onkel Tom am Baumwollfeld. Heute
indeed We lost the values but we kept the weed You've got a lot to see The Reagan years have laid the frame For movie stars to play the Whitehouse game
, you know ya boy stay fresher than produce Timberland snow boots, collecting more CREAM than a toll booth I grind daily, Patriotic like Tom Brady I'm
boys Wonderland you should see it, ch-yo Animated actors that become ya toys Once you see it, don't believe, ch-yo (Ghostface Killah) Aiyo, my wiz play
go, But seeing the same old places That can make you feel so low. Hopwhig Green, where the grass is grey Pedicule and half a hay Wally range, where the tom
Brown: Peas in their pods Never lay odds Mr Brown & Barry: Aware of the golden thumb Mr Brown: Press down the scale You'll go to jail The costomers are tom
beyond [2nd Verse] Voodoo chickens and magical wands (Dead bigots, yeah, face down in a pond) Broken necks with the flick of our wrists (All this player
couldn?t do this without you. [Verse 1] Chapter 1 Tom, Jeff, Kerry, and Dave 1981 before they hooked up with Metal Blade they played Maiden and Priest
dearly beloved brothers ye who cook coke to crack Chop it sell it to fiends to make a profit back Dealers gamblers and hustlers pimp ballers and players