the roadside At the truckstop to rest my tired eyes And I'm still pretending That you're still by my side Steady hands, get me out Steady hands, get me out
Übersetzung: Feeling Left Out. Steady Hands (feat. Andy BADAC).
Übersetzung: Feeling Left Out. Steady Hands.
by the roadside At the truckstop to rest my tired eyes And I'm still pretending That you're still by my side Steady hands, get me out Steady hands, get me out
that "I'm busy baby, call back," Please, ain't nothin' left to say to you Thugs get lonely too You KNOW. [Chorus (x1): Nate Dogg] I'm rolling out on
of your perfume, and feelin heated I move closer to drop the lines of my introduction Hold out my hand, and grab yo' hand, now we touchin My lyrics
classes The ones you left out, jobs were givin', better livin' But we were kept out Made to feel inferior, but we're the superior Break the chains in out
buck [Verse 2: Krayzie] Leathaface in the place and I'm warned you niggas I'm coming quicker than a goddamn missile Movin and huntin, steady winnin out
the ground, 'for I put some wack shit out I'm tryin-a smack this one out the park, five-thousand mark Ya'll steady tryin to drown the shark Ain't gonna
empty pistols Plotting out elaborate scams to get our hands on some Lofts of land or maybe, thoughts of plans and they be Forcing my hand to make me,
far from giving up - I swear. I swear. My wishes remain the same: for steady hands to be held. Hands to hold, and to be held. But what's left to heal? What's left
order through the drive through ... could I change,.. shit plummed regiment that's one thing... do Shout out to Brooklyn, shout out to Maino, shout out to... for coming through to my video Shout out
to Praying no car speeds by for me to crash to Steering wheel in my hand Trying to hold it steady Anything in my way is dead Cause that's the way I feel
Let the crowd rock and let the beat spin Heard 'em say encore, drop it again Grab a lil' shawty, hands all on her body Walk into the bass while she droppin' it low Sweatin out her hands
: (feat. DJ Pooh, King Tee, Mix Master Spade) (Rock) (steady) (Rock) (steady) [King Tee] Now stop, listen, don't go no farther My name is King Tee,
(down) This is for the niggas from my section Hope you learned the lesson Bully niggas betta hold it (down) [Verse 1 - Big Scoob] Left, right, right, left
a bezzie rock Kicked from fight club, outfit from Eddie Brock I'm goin for the kill, focused on a steady plot John Wilkes the Booth like when he dead
my veins Feel them crawling through my skin Collecting my nerves That they feed to their children I swear it has to stop Cause there is nothing left to
