sing my name sing my name out loud - louder you were the first one to hold me first one who told me not to be afraid of it you were the first one to
Übersetzung: D'Sound. Sing My Name.
blankets for the winter There's no oil in the lamp And I'd like to write my congressman But I can't afford the stamp You want me to pay my taxes So you
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing Be my mirror my sword and shield My missionaries in a foreign field For some reason I can't explain I know Saint Peter will call my name
ha.. I need y'all to sing children Sing, I like it when the children sing I like it when you sing; I like it when they sing man That lets you know something
: Hi Bo, (well) my name is Ed hope i don't drag you out of bed I'm italian and i love the blues (I) wrote a tune, wanna sing it with you hey boy, hold
: [Introduction] Yeah... It's my life... My own words I guess... [Verse 1] Have you ever loved someone so much, you'd give an arm for? Not the expression
waitin' on this moment My sermon is like an omen I'm serving I'm Erick Sermon I saw the window was open and I jumped through it My shit if you don't
O.D, Raekwon the Chef, the Inspektah Deck M.E.T.H.O.D. (Man), the B.O.B.B., straight up, Masta Killa, the Gza, the Genius.. It's the Ol' D-d-dza-za-za
, with sharp darts to the ear hole And terror spin, veteran style, ghetto child Call his name, hear it echo for miles Check my fouls, before you get wild
All I heard was heavy breathin', laugh sounds and moans An intimate kiss followed by the dial tone Repeatedly, this person kept callin' my home Givin'
I found a man, that could take care of my time Well, I got my own trouble, I got my own car, I got my own little lady, I got my hotel Oh what are you
haven't always been my style See I was quarterback of my high school team We took state back in '63 And my wife, she's still my homecoming queen Cause
ladies were thrushes I'd lie there for hours in the chilly cold marshes If the ladies were squirrel's with high bushy tails I'd fill up my shotgun with
bein carried at the sound of the organ Saw the skeleton, the rider of the Four Horsemen Pull out my dick, chop off my foreskin Take the blood and write down my
call you Cocoa Like candy, go sing a song with Brandy But rhyming and double timing, what is you sayin G? I take my thirteen shot I pray my style is drunken
choirs are singing Be my mirror, my sword and shield My missionaries in a foreign field For some reason I can't explain I know Saint Peter won't call my name