to stay Truth be told no one gets away You say of course things change well, I know things change But that doesn't make it easier to piss it all away
Übersetzung: Down By Law. No One Gets Away.
to stay truth be told - no one gets away you say of course things change - well I know things change but that doesn't make it easier to piss it all away
s livin in the city of the criminal zone One-time can't keep the law in order cos everybody's goin crazy for a quarter You're tuned in to the number one
) It's intoxicatin man, y'all don't know why you do what you do (Get so high on, get so high - high off the life) [Verse One] The allure of breakin the law
peak at the shiip and they all run away nervous Man I gotta get my rocks off cuz my Wranglers don't fit right unless my cock's soft Long nights by the
severe I see scars starting off at the side of they're ear Ending up by the jaw of the throat another law broke I try to patch it white kids is buying acid Closing down
is rollin The road that they own is the one where they go When they gets me the pinnacle of the nigga hold-in the pencil, any flow, nigga pick one {HO
the thugs. You get up too close and we fuckin' you up, you don't really want that 'cause I know these ain't no hoes you fuckin' with. Touched down and
I remember how I used to walk up and down the streets of the city of New Orleans. Bound by drugs, bound by alcohol, commiting the different acts of sin
each other by our first or last, but by nicknames Dreamer, Peewee, Oso Negro to name a few One pass away, rest in peace Another one is locked away represents blues One
livin' in the city of the criminal zone One time can't keep the law in order 'Cos everybody's goin' crazy for a quarter You're tuned in to the number one
been shook by a pack of coyote Soarin' through the night down to the trees Packed tight with two-some on shakes No rubber with a paratroop, in fields with parachutes Down
peak at the shiip and they all run away nervous Man I gotta get my rocks off 'cause my wranglers don't fit right unless my cock's soft Long nights by
the blood-stream. Another Christ dies, jacked up by the state. Another glorious advance for civilisation. One small step for man. One giant step for
Brighton the P.M. and cabinet narrowly Escape death as an I.R.A. bomb rips through the Grand Hotel. Yvonne Thatcher is gunned down and her murderer Flies away
rip the jacker daggers Slay dragons with old passages from black magic manuscripts I found in the cabinet written in Arabic Translate to characters one by one
one chance One kiss One taste of you my black madonna I'd sell My soul My self-esteem a dollar at a time One taste One taste One taste of you my Magdalena
