Moderninity what it means to you and I and this CD you hold in your hand. Cabbies get life story beatings. Co-workers get told stories: resignations.
Übersetzung: Der Untergang. Die Cd In Your Hand.
tears In the streets how little niggas growin' gray hairs See nine out of ten try to rhyme But I've been spittin' lines Since eighty nine They going hand to hand
from 1997, recorded during the making of the album ] [falling into infinity. available on a single cd included with ] [the japanese release of falling
little soldier Stiffen up that upper lip What you crying about? You got me Hailie I know you miss your mom and I know you miss your dad When I'm gone
? Honestly that never happened Lying is your favorite passion Leave me (darling) go where you belong Higher heels and lipstick napkins, dying is your favorite passion [* Note: in cd
sins, Lord know where I?ve been But I don?t rap for free I sign your bootleg Outland CD Can a get a hand in the air, hand in the air [Chorus] Levanta
lust it sets in, and crush your chest in For dust your destined, if drugs are let in Enough to nest in, probably make you punch your best friend And
how could a nigga think that he could see me other than the magazine covers or the t.v. You know I sold more mixtapes than your cd your waiting on your
your persuasion, this is the message Time is of essence especially when you're countin your blessings Lessons learned from the deepest of pain, it's not a game Keep my name outta your
stay superfluous Man, I extend credit to a vagabond Run your city and we not talkin' marathons Bang like chitty chitty, here to disturb you New CD, watch it spread like bird flu America, fall
but I make 'em cut the check So hate on but guess what? I feel like I can't miss I know they want me to fall But ain't nothing bigger than this So just
on top Sun-kissed skin So hot will melt your popsicle Oooooh Oh Oooooh California girls We're undeniable Fine, fresh, fierce We got it on lock West coast represent Now put your hands
little soldier Stiffen up that upper lip, what you cryin' about? You got me Hailie I know you miss your mom and I know you miss your dad When I'm gone
sound* Let you inhale the glock smell, while I'm rippin your wallet off and slippin a Molotov in your Cocktail (take that) Burnin your contracts, punch your
Spoken] Quit your jibbity jabbing man and quit the fucking bullshit. Nigga im trying to do something, I'm doing songs and shit nigga do something. Grab a nigga hand
with the clowns when I'm in your town Bet it all goes down, 'cause I got that sound Say what I want to when I jump up on your rhythm When I smoke better