apart, hey I?m on fire, I feel it burnin? up I?m on fire Ooh I?m burnin? up, burnin? up I?m burnin? up every night I?m burnin? up, burnin? up And burnin? up
Übersetzung: Bad Company. Burning Up.
apart, hey I'm on fire, I feel it burnin' up, I'm on fire I'm burnin' up, burnin' up, I'm burnin' up every night I'm burnin' up, burnin' up, and burnin' up
the guy He likes the wrecker's dogs on chains And the smoke from the company fires Diesel oil in the trucks and cranes And the smell of burning tires
down that wants to get up again If we're a drop in the bucket With just enough science to keep from saying fuck it Until the last drop of sun burns its
re getting the hell out of here This place could burn for all we care (Getting the hell out of here) This pace could burn for all we care (This pace could burn
dollars to Medina just to cop me a ring [Chorus x2] [Outro: kung fu sample] A good friend, holds his drink Bad company makes bad wine! Drinking among
niggaz, don't know Chorus (2x) Verse three Immortal outlaw, come hold a mack eleven, south board My clout board, I'm clockin' spots down south soar I'm bad company
is wakin up nearly dead With another Fred Flintstone lump on my head Of course I was mad, this type of thing can burn at you They tied me up and they
pray Surviving day to day, running the streets of stray Living all myself no company You better meet the heat when you come for me And when I die, burn
despair deep down in his bones a??I guess misery enjoys company, said big bad Solomon Jones And the stranger turned And his eyes had burned In a most
money 'cause we all make dollars That's why I walk with my head up When I hear wack rhymes I get fed up Rap is like a set-up, a lot of games A lot of
Speed up, go slow, you got the next then Do the La Bamba, turn to Mexican Swift to shift up, change the pitch up DJ mix ups, your face get fixed up Nuts
work Was I a fool or not To protect your real identity? You looked a little burned out, my friend I thought it might be up to me I met somebody face
ya understand? The white-man can't fuck with me I, Hoo-Bangang in the streets, Hoo, my company Papered up, beyond motherfucker's belief A millionaire patrolling the city streets See the flames burning
Yang you see me burn into the Phoenix Blinded don't test me I already received my G.E.D. Scored in the top .5 percentile in the country, quite easily Record mode set up
separate And blitz commander won because his armful needs a medic You must expedite functions of truth and stick to it Choose a concrete and bad noise to burn
up various excerpts from "Fire in which you burn") Company Flow... J-Treds J-J-J-Juggaknots Company Flow... J-Treds J-J-J-Juggaknots Company Flow... Co
