(sam) it's fate that bring us here we're not the one to blame there lies a little fear there lay a litter shame you're not alone but everybody's gone
Übersetzung: Cromok. Cold World.
Übersetzung: Cromok. Bbp (Business Bevor Pleasure).
: [B-Real] You can't hide from the man with the master plan Huntin for your head "How I Could Just Kill a Man" Ayo, where you at baby keep your head
: The music was new black polished chrome And came over the summer like liquid night. The DJ's took pills to stay awake and play for seven days
: Amongst the goods and high explosives men women and children make their way accross the woods where the troll lives who never sees the light of day
: (feat. W.C.) [Ice Cube] Yay-YAY! Cali-forn-yi-aye Sunday afternoon baby, pull it out Whip it out, pull it out, drive it out, drop it out You know!
: You better listen up, since you screwed me you've been on my mind Yeah, 'til the day we met, I was cruisin', I was doin' fine Ooh, but now my world
: Get back, slide off of track Do what you want Do what you want Do what you want Nothing lasts forever So get on it before you think twice So
: (feat. Madame D, Two On Da Road) [Hook: Madame D] Woke up this morning, smoked some sticky green to get me started Choclate thai, all in my eye, I
I got a chrome plated heart Wings on these fingers, trying to tear it apart I got angels crying from up above And they got rust in their eyes, they got
You can't hide from the man with the master plan Huntin' for your head, how I could just kill a man? Ayo, where you at baby keep your head low, damn Got
Woke up this morning, smoked some sticky green to get me started Chocolate Thai, all in my eye, I'm never broken-hearted Bang us in your cars, bang us
He's my prince, he's my god But it's so complicated He's my hero, he's my idol But I'm so dizzy of him He's wearing a jeweled crown With precious stones
Chrome revolution, microphone pollution Satellite days with a textbook solution Get back, slide off the track Like a lyric in a haystack Drunk off of
Chamillion gave me the bitch, she was already a star Now all these niggaz wanna fuck my car She a video hoe, the bitch make big money Like to let her
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The music was new black polished chrome And came over the summer like liquid night. The DJ's took pills to stay awake and play for seven days They went
