everybody has a story told day by day as the world keeps on turning, this life gets worse and worse it's a typical story it happens everyday it's the
Übersetzung: Union 13. Kinder Stories.
: Kitty Cat and Cheri D, rev it up, let's go, Beep! Beep! Oh yeah, get in gear, fire it up, steer clear! Oh yeah, oh yeah, fire up! Fire up, rev it
: everybody has a story told day by day as the world keeps on turning, this life gets worse and worse it's a typical story it happens everyday it's the
louder Steppin out gangsta... daz dem pradaz Or we can jump g got dem all star chucks Got em all color for bout a hunnit buckz Got every pair of jordans 1-13
the new world is in store. A new world order for humanity to deplore. Like those foretold centuries before. Like a capital city laid out in denominations of 13
iuorni romp ?o stommac Pur se allung ?e mane p?tucca ?a forun Femmene annur vonno ?e sord e no l?uommn Merdill ?ncopp ?o Vommr a fa ?e strad A 13 anni
il meglio.." - Sono Jahve'.. Elio e le storie tese... Rocco(parlato) : E anche un'ultima cosa : le signorine che si presentano in oratorio a 13
For some gang related activity Cuz everyday, different fools try to get with me For no more than a color, or territory Can't rehabilitate 'em, that's the sheriff's story
out streets of the inner city Delray There once lived a little boy named Violent J Saw a lot of bad thing a child stays out of When he hit 13, motha fucka
: Featuring Zampa Ogni giorno che va / ogni giorno che viene/ ci trovi qua! Con le nostre storie../ e? la nostra realta?/ c?e? chi viene e chi va/ io
: When I first saw her, gee I liked that girl Even before her first pubic hair would curl Then old Hubey said hey dude check this out Man that 13-
on my Jay's [JD:] I got em all (got em all) But they don't get no run Like dem 13... 7's... #4... and dem 1's I like how they look with Dickies How that
not How can you love what it is you have got When you took it all from the weak hands of the poor? Liars and thieves you know not what is in store There
it Depression strikes me hard like my old earth would tell it To me, her son, she told me I'm the one Pain bottled up about to blow like a gun Stories
'a du sang sur l'sol J'crois bien qu'la France d'en bas viens d'atteindre le sous-sol (Ahri) J'traine devant les stores, les porshes ou les abrits d'bus
