be sold a lie should never be told 'cos life is worth more than gold Gold we don't need it do we ... Gold gold gold gold gold Gold we don't need it
Übersetzung: East 17. Gold.
: (English carol, 17th century) The first Noel the angels did say Was to certain poor shepherds In fields as they lay, In fields where they lay Keeping
monstrous serpent; at last, to the east, distant about three degrees, appear'd a fiery crest above the waves; slowly it reared like a ridge of golden
his ten commands, glancing his beamy eyelids over the deep in dark dismay, [19] where the son of fire in his eastern cloud, while the morning plumes her golden
and ain't nobody playa hatin As I roll with the homies and we cruise up the blocks The 17's spinnin letting down the top From the east to the west wanna
damn line pop trunk, surround me and my partnas, yeah you know we comin down diamonds in our grill tell me how ya feel nigga wassup, yeah we got gold
Now these West Coast players and we love to ball... And these Gulf Coast Hustlers love to do it all... Chorus: And them East Coast killas ought to
' Strictly insane and we do the damn thang It's the big bad Eastsider rollin' Now how many blocks we controllin' Two 0, two 1, one 5, 17 and 11 One 9
brächten mich zu Bett. Ich würd Vanessa ihre blauen Haare rosa färben Und 3x jede Stunde käm' "Ein guter Tag zum Sterben" East 17
Toy Dolls braechten mich zu Bett. Ich wuerd Vanessa ihre blauen Haare rosa faerben Und 3x jede Stunde kaem' "Ein Guter Tag zum Sterben" East 17 wuerde
Sondern Motoerhead und Toy Dolls braechten mich zu Bett. Ich wuerd' Vanessa ihre blauen Haare rosa faerben Und 3x jede Stunde kaem' "Ein Guter Tag zum Sterben" East 17
pussy, you need a Kotex Latex because they're drippin' vaginal juices So many so called gangsta niggas and their booty producers Now watch the act that's vanishin' Gold
(English carol, 17th century) The first Noel the angels did say Was to certain poor shepherds In fields as they lay, In fields where they lay Keeping
