Left Bank Left bank, I'm waiting for someone Someone to be my friend Outside, traffic's running slowly I hear it from my window Without you, I'm getting
Übersetzung: Air. Left Bank.
: Left bank, I'm waiting for someone Someone to be my friend Outside, traffic's running slowly I hear it from my window Without you, I'm getting lost
Left bank, I'm waiting for someone Someone to be my friend Outside, traffic's running slowly I hear it from my window Without you, I'm getting lost
just betray men (yeah) You screamin, I position, competition Another day in the life of the Comission [P. Diddy] Oh it ain't over, aiyyo Banks talk to 'em [Lloyd Banks
cabaret was quiet except for the drillin' in the wall. The curfew had been lifted and the gamblin' wheel shut down, Anyone with any sense had already left
: FREEZE! I'm Ma Baker - put your hands in the air, gimme all your money - This is the story of Ma Baker, the meanest cat from ol' Chicago town She
door bell of the next door neighbors on their front porch (their front porch, their front porch, their front porch, their front porch) But they didn't want me neither so they left
image I don't care to be Realness, real shit, spit reality Attitude rude, that's the Philly in I Need me in the game, I'm the thrill in your life Breath of fresh air
that'll honor you Blow your little head off while you're tyin your shoe But back in the kitchen, Pyrex's Occupied by the twins, bank robbers with large
the kid again [echoes] [Chorus: x2] Shawty asked me what time it is? I said it's fifteen minutes past the diamonds bitch In Laflare, in the cockpit, Gucci the prophet Bel Air
: Stick up,hands in the air You move,you lose 'cause the ICE don't care No chance to run,don't shout Flinch an inch I'm gonna take you out Grand Larcenist
(give it up) Nigga what? Big face benjamins (give it up) Give it up we wanna live it up (give it up) Ladiesss (give it up) hands in the air this is a
ain't a lame, on them Dana Dane's Wiggie, you annoyed man, when the year change, we change Nigga, we right here, we can go bank for bank We can go clip
cabaret was quiet except for the drilling in the wall. The curfew had been lifted and the gambling wheel shut down, Anyone with any sense had already left
to help me But now I'm a man, I understand what's really wealthy It's not about how much tuition you got in your bank But it's bout how much ammunition
poiche v'ha preso stanza la speranza. Or che mi conoscete parlate voi. Deh parlate. Chi siete? Vi piaccia dir? SYNOPSES It is Christmas Eve on Paris' Left Bank
ve got some downers some speed all the drugs that you need But I can't get a gallon of gas There's no more left to buy or sell There's no more oil left
