Übersetzung: Dead Boys. Calling On You.
than the naked eye I'm calling calling calling calling on you Tonight is Friday night I'm hanging around dying to leave I'm calling calling calling calling on you
Sunday Uptown thats the day bout stuntin' Niggas in big bodies on chrome, got the trunk straight rumpin You see them motorbike boys, niggas in z's You see big trucks on
be repped on Who whole block get stepped on If they outside, when I'm ride, I'ma ride 'til there's no more gas I'ma ride 'til I put you on your muthafuckin
turn to take the garbage out? Frail grasp on the big picture You keep on rubbin' that, you're gonna get a blister It's a frail grasp on the big picture
he a'int beggin for it, and you can love it you can hate it but you can't ignore it you can't be that ignorant but you can try to sell him short, but
eager he can be quite mean No mock'ries for them no prayers or bells the demented choirs the wailing of shells the boys holding candles on untraveled
a pledge And told all my boys stop mourning the dead (me) I'll forever serve the Lord because He Took that cross Seem to lose all my boys but I took
Holy Ghost It's in a 6-foot frame, with a chocolate candy paint On the highway to heaven on a license plate "SAINT" I turn my life up, you can hear it
Lake you know what I'm saying (you know,you know, you know) Yo man Cormega, that's coming from me P (uh-huh) You know what I'm saying HAV the Mobb Everybody
: New York City... You are now rockin with 50 cent.. Are you ready? [Gun click] I said are you ready? See you wit me nigga? DROP DEAD. [mumbles:] Paid
?" "Remember you said you saw the getaway car?" "You think you'd like to play ball with the law?" "Think it might-a been that fighter that you saw runnin
't wanna blow it But unemployed for all the little girls and boys You got'sa, love your mom and daddy And make them wonder why you give them ploys Oh
it Mo murda, mo murda redrum Catch you niggas slippin' and I hit you with this lead son Split your fuckin' wig and leave you drippin', make you bled some
on Route 39 He hollered "Stand on it, go 'head baby, stand on it" Well now when in doubt and you can't figure it out Just stand on it Well, if your mind
Redman) [Redman:] Ah, dirrty (dirrty) Filthy (filthy) Nasty (Christina), you nasty (yeah) Too dirrty to clean my act up If you ain't dirrty You
: [Intro: Redman] UH, dirrty, filthy, nasty Christina you nasty (Yeah) Too dirty to clean my act up If you ain't dirty, you ain't here to party Whoo,
you And we'll travel so far, dear To escape that morning zoo Cause I hate MMR, I can't stand YSP I do not like the Grateful Dead You'd better stay away