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Übersetzung: Drag-On. Alley Of.
there (crime and passion) ain't no wind of change I'm talking of crime and passions rage Summer of maddness or the undertow Drag me up an alley for the blossoming fire on
CAP To put my niggaz on the map, TO PUT MY NIGGAZ ON THE MAP Freak slacks as I stagger pack a dagger ready to drag or bag a punk in the alley, like an
with the money would flash you a smile In the dark of an alley you'd work for a fiver For a swift one off the wrist down on the old main drag In
think when things were really fab, (Did ya ever think) That we'd be looking through a dustbin for a dog-end to drag, (Did ya ever think) And sleep on
: [U-God] Yo.. yeah Don't erase none of that good shit in the beginnin Yo.. spill drinks on ya, get stank on ya Yo.. yo.. pinky ring shit, yo That pinky
the alley So the neighbors don't see Hurry on down to my house, honey Ain't nobody home but me Hurry on down to my house, baby Ain't nobody home but me Hurry on
the brown bag, at the same time throw up the brown rag In a brown rag, let it down and let the back drag Until the back alley, grita la pare ese lil
back I'm, back on the calles, and I'm twice as bad I still do the same thing, my bumper still drag Lay it down on the ground right down on the ave All
Pick 'em and drag 'em down into your hole Cause you's a vulture a wicked vulture! You cut the fingers off if there?s a ring still on 'em even if they
Like I took the long ride (On my D-day) Like everybody love my music and the whole world cried [Verse 1] Ay Treat it like I was comin from billings on
for the phantom I got the halloween jack-o-latern Yo ? , I know some kids funny silly putty playdoh They wanna step to farms, and build a hay dough I drag bodies on
Yo, yeah Don't erase none of that good shit in the beginnin' Yo, spill drinks on ya, get stank on ya Yo, yo, Pinky ring shit, yo That Pinky ring shit
Yo, yeah, don't erase none of that good shit in the beginnin' Yo, spill drinks on ya, get stank on ya Yo, yo, pinky ring shit, yo That pinky ring shit
, Summer's on the run, People tell me I should stay But I got to get my fun So don't try to hold me back There ain't nothing you can say Snake eyes on
No Yea, meet me in the alley, Vargas Rendezvous Call the boys, get some ribs and a mess of cold beer too Lord get the feet bag on back to Mississippi
on and on increasing in volume each time a sister got a strike, rising in pitch a??Dear Father in Heavena??. The next day I was scheduled to begin this seminar on