down to Piccadilly Square To raise a little hell And now we're on the run And you know we're having so much fun Being American werewolves in London
so much fun being american werewolves in london and now we're on the run and you now we're having so much fun being american werewolves in london so
I fell in love with a southern girl I gave her wings but she don't wanna fly no more Slow it down... Slow it down... She wants a ring And she's slamming
cars Johnny's in America, uh-uh-uh uh, uh, uh-uh uh-uh-uh I'm afraid of Americans Dummy's an American Dummy's an American CHORUS Yeah, I'm afraid of Americans
mah eyes I see the same ol' shit What's going to happen when nigga dies The same ol' shit [Hakizzle] Look The same ol' that Same ol' this Everywhere in America
gone come home, Bone gone stay Bone When the 5th Dawg gets loose it gone be on [Hook] [Verse 3: Bizzy] It's the original bang bang and I don't give
s quicksand, that's quicksand that ain't mud Have you thrown your senses to the war or did you lose them in the flood?" That pure American brother, dull
stay superflous Man, I extend credit to a vagabond Run yo' city, and we not talkin marathons Bang like chitty chitty here to disturb you New CD, watch it spread like bird flu America
you then in each beguiling alley To shake you and to pierce you and remind you of My Dark Life. Enter the pious elite, in their preening finery And bang
know a thing about me everyone's making a stink about me like there's some kind of a aura of that of the king around me surround me with nothin' but gangsters, killers, and bangers
spittin son Hit-and-run, get it done, get the funds, split and run Got about fifty gungs, and I love all of 'em the same - bang bang! Damn baby girl what
la verita questa roba la vuoi inedita vince solo chi piu medita la vita vera e non la vita da star questa Italia non e America questa entics te la dedica
city known for poppin' they collas The styles that you runnin' 'round wit' is ours You and them 'Shady' suckas is nothin' but cowards Bang ya brains in
, and a cake over Monster bangels, bojangles got the forty cocked from all angles Fuck a rope nigga, my gold chain'll hang you Danish darts, language arts, slanger banger
Cube)] Doin' my own, own thang, thang; And if you got a problem with' that, Then the Nina go bang, bang! (bang!) Bang, bang! (bang!) And I be everywhere
. Got my block sewn, armored dope spots, Last thing I sweat's a sucka punk cop. Move like a king when I roll, hops, You try to flex, bang, another nigga
