Übersetzung: Die City Drive. Stars All Over.
head, girl Party everywhere, girl I Wake me up in San Francisco Where the love is in the air All the people stop and stare Baby take me back to the city
change Disrespect and puttin change on ya brain Three of the finest bitches in the city on my team Big body Expedition wit the gangsta lean I wanna see all
Got me wrapped around your wrists This means more than love in a five star suite And much more than kissing on easy street And rooftops in cities that never sleep they all
dem nuh know seh every dreadlocks is a star Ever quick with the lyrics we never quit when we talk Fi get hit you haffi fit equipped fi spit a fire ball City
queen of the magazine I?d drive around in a great big car I?d have a chauffeur like a movie star And all night long you could hear me scream! When you look all
no glaucoma I'm a stockholder, Private flights back home no stop over Still spittin that shit that they shot pac over The shit my mother look shocked over
We'll ride through the city tonight We'll see the city's ripped backsides We'll see the bright and hollow sky We'll see the stars that shine so bright Stars
at some freaks until one bitch got ill She started actin' stupid simply would not quit Called us all punk pussies said we all weren't shit As we walked over
vocal gunner Known to choke-hold the funky drummer Hunter city tour for the summer The last dog, Wu Forever roar through your 4 runner My all-star team
ll be the passengers We'll ride through the city at night See the city's red back side See the bright and hollow sky See the stars that shine so bright The stars
a good time everything is fine L.A guess what you are a city of angels now with two angels more 2.Strophe: Baby, let's drive our car over sunset boulevard towards the glowing stars
When going through your teenage books And read the kind of crap you wrote About "Ban the Bomb" and city crooks Think about how long it took To get over
: [plates 7-10] In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy, drive your cart and your plow over the bones of the dead, the road of excess leads
rap that your Mama hated Cuz I created rhymes about jackin' and comin' after ya Doin' things that's crime related I'm related to all killas, all thieves
we'll ride through the city tonight we'll see the city's ripped backside we'll see the bright and hollow sky we'll see the stars that shine so bright stars
