beauty bright Westward leading, still proceeding Guide us to thy perfect light Born a king on Bethlehem plain Gold I bring to crown Him again King forever
Übersetzung: Crash Test Dummies. We Three Kings.
royal beauty bright Westward leading, still proceeding Guide us to thy perfect light Born a king on Bethlehem plain Gold I bring to crown Him again King
All this whinin' and cryin' and pitchin' a fit Get over it, get over it You say you haven't been the same since you had your little crash But you
iPod She don't want me on her show though I guess I'm too hard She sat Kanye West down, and talked about his crash But she don't wanna talk about the
Well, that high tide's risin', Mama, don't you let me down. Pack up your suitcase, Mama, don't you make a sound. Now, it's king for king, Queen for queen
Bone, Bone! Everybody wanna rap like, rap like, rap like Bone, Bone, Bone! As we continue to pick up the pieces, they follow us Kings 'til the sundown
: [Brisco:] Ha Yeah Triple c CMB poe boy Boss what it is nigga? Birdman what up The Goons to be king How u love that pussy nigga? Yeah Blood Money The
ain't ask you Cut through the bullshit, you can just pass the pool And ya fat friend you brought, she can crash too But if ya stomach growling hard, I
you can ride my six Suck a good dick then ill get your hair fixed Gucci brake bricks down used to sell fifties Watch on my wrist man it cost a buck fifty King
: First strike with power! Crash the gates! Devour! Overthrow! Blood will spill! Battering ram! Empires fall [Chorus:] Spartans trained to kill and
Nat C's clockin' Dough Be bop's a pimp. My old freaks a hoe The batter rams rollin' rocks are the thing Life has no meaning and money is king Then he
ain't no ounce My life filled with drug busts and shoot outs Pure ghetto anger, pure ghetto anger Pure ghetto anger, I'm addicted to danger Some nights I crash
Thug all night off-a this Ladies fight off-a this This is That Shit The Projects flip off-a this The trees get lent off-a this Crash your whip off-a this
Verbal onslaught, warhawk, blowing your flag Throw in your towel, there's no chance, load up the mag Hold down the Shao', return home, holding your dome Glorious king
strike is near coming near 10.000 warriors are riding out 10.000 blades remove all traces of doubt stand against the king ... stand against the king
king like Simba Bolder then Denver, I ain't a Madd Rapper just a emcee with a temper You dansin for money like honey, I did this my way So when the industry crash
