lay me down to sleep And dream of my treasure map It shows me the place my maypole's buried at And I dream of all the fun I have When my maypole comes out
lay me down to sleep And dream of my treasure map It shows me Things my maypole's buried at And I dream of all the fun I have When my maypole comes out
Übersetzung: Chicago. Fallin 'Out.
but there's a light on in chicago and i know i should be home all the colors of the street signs.. they remind me of the pickup truck out in front of
: Police Dispatcher .. He's headed out a window The man with the bag is running like a son of a bitch We have people with bags running across, running
: "Twas down in Mississippi no so long ago, When a young boy from Chicago town stepped through a Southern door. This boy's dreadful tragedy I can still
car buried under the influence. The city is driving me out of my mind. I seen a child, he's caught in the sad trap of gravity, he falls from the lowest
I steps on toes In a pair of hot shorts and eight inch stelletoes Iced out, drippin in Channell Prada, Gucci, and all that I make 'em fall back Hair done
like a ? Fat hoes in Chicago First class, tomorrow ? ? Phantom wit two ? Pull up tonight, strapped Jump out, car scream ? [Chorus] We smokin' that fire endo Wrist out
move forward. We'll have to set up our own distribution, manufacturing, run a totally indipendent organization and operation. We still got our connections in Texas, Miami, New York, Chicago
is popping lip Grab the H-K and the dum-dum clip and spread out I'm putting punk's heads out Doors is shut,there's no chance to get out I got the motherfucking
-booma Smack ya head thru the Mardi gras Mighty far, the Calhoun fall Eat my way thru this track for a mars bar Back to the Chicago line Ain't no train
windows. Close all the doors and don't let me go out runnin' no more. Lock all the windows. Close all the doors and don't let me go out runnin' no more
cold and fast It's a shame what a motherfucker do today with these snakes out here givin loot away See it's all in the wrist and the grip of the fall
Gucci sandals, she's what a temptress be, The death of Anis Cosby, what a mystery, All of Chicago and Herald Washington, someone is sabotagin' him, Watch out
way Hit your wards, with tha pump, with your chest and your face I'm a bloodhound... I ain't lyin', I'm thugged out! I'm from uptown... and that ain'
