Übersetzung: Double D. CuÃdanos.
Übersetzung: Double D. Sua © ltala.
Übersetzung: Double D. Beginnen Sie den Morgen.
Übersetzung: Double D. Move On tration.
: I feel the same for you the same as you do for me a storm is rising up he's closing in on us through all the stormy times we defy the bitter days
The sun is so hot, the drinks are so cold Your clothes just fall off, as the day goes We're gonna stay up, ain't gonna lay low We're gonna dance all night
[Intro] Looking for someone down the line But no one will be there to see ya through Fuck all y'all [Verse] Shelter from the rain in a parked car Chopping
nigga But most of y'all is cowards ain't nothin' like me 'Cause I'm a Westside motherfucker Inglewood G And fuck sellin' records if I gotta get murd I'd
Verse 1: Yo yall niggaz wit the muscle yall get clapped in the tussle I'mma hustler, not a rapper bitch, rap is my hustle Show a little booby boy know
(E-40) Hey ah, which way should I steer ah The beat keeps knockin down my rear view mirror Pervin like a mothafucka swervin Hope I don't scrub in my '
a 'T' My manner set impeccably But underneath I am the same as you I could dance all night like I'm a soul boy But you know I'd rather drag myself across
Somebody's shouting up at a mountain Only my own words return Nobody's up there, it's a deception When will I ever learn? I'm alone here With emptiness
Living in the shadow of love Tricked by an indirect light Anyone who isn't above Whatever's gonna make it all right Living in the shadow I know I know
the first thin' I say to you How's it goin'? Are you flowin'? Listen, honey, thinkin' 'bout a couple things to say to you Showin', growin' Man, I'd like
Pray to the future Look to the past Face the accuser Freeze in our tracks So many children Have fallen from grace The door should be open No scorn or
Not forsaken, another heart They lie taken in foreign parts Someone breakin' another heart They lie waitin' in foreign parts Old England's skies Turn
Holding out for a signal to come Solution found should appease everyone Religion hides from developing proof Believers try to encourage the truth Cascading
There's a stormlamp on the table Throwing shadows to the gable And you swallow if your able On a storyteller's night From the poorhouse chimes indifferent
