-view mirror: it's all behind you A present gone mad Tra-tra-la, follow, track that lava Past, present gone mad. Passable A past gone mad.
Übersetzung: Der Untergang. A Past Gone Mad.
're gonna boogaloo down Broadway and come back home with the loot, It's midnight in Manhattan, this is no time to get cute, it's a mad dog's promenade
dawg check ya balls. Mad 'cause I receive applause Men in my life was against the law Startin' fights in public just so you could piss me off I swear. If I was a
toll but I ain't mad at you dad, holla at your lad I grew up pushin snowflake to niggaz that was pro-base The stress'll take a young nigga, give him a
ain?t consider yourself lucky to see a legend before the prime a killer before the crime, a BIG before the Dime greet me wit a middle finger when you
through 2x We are simple individuals, different fathers A run around rat race, mad bothers Untamed aggression, needing collars One a athlete, one a scholar see life's is a
credit cards, a castle Large master bathroom, gettin' a pedicure Belaney by the glassful, said she been meanin' to ask who Would need a cash rule,
bad, they say, Donny Hathaway freefall from a balcony, he sways [Chorus:] As a blunt ash falls into the ashtray, I can see my whole life fly past
fall and go under Have people saying I wonder what happened to him or her it's sad when you begin to think you can't be gone but you can be gone in the
If you mad I'm on top, then wish me gone If you mad I'm on the road, then wish me home And if you mad that I'm right, punk wish me wrong But after your
Bill O'Reilly, I'm a throw you a curve You mad cause I'm a THIEF and got away with words I'm a start my own beverage, it'll calm your nerves Pepsi's
about a hot beat, a hot beat It's about a hot beat, a hot beat A hot hot hot beat And a catchy hook A hot hot hot beat And a catchy hook Nobody gives
you ain?t consider yourself lucky to see a legend before the prime a killer before the crime, a BIG before the Dime greet me wit a middle finger when
my past, oh yes, I did Met a guy that I liked, he was my type But he lied 'bout his wife And he tried to play me, play me Now how long was he gone Way
its about a hot beat, a hot beat its about a hot beat, a hot beat a hot hot hot beat and a catchy hook a hot hot hot beat and a catchy hook nobody gives
're gonna boogaloo down Broadway and come back home with the loot It's midnight in Manhattan, this is no time to get cute It's a mad dog's promenade
