Songtexte:
Four Star Mary Stars Come Down

nuttin but mommy neatly packed his shit She cried, and grandma held the family down I guess mommy wasn't strong enough, she just went down Check it,

groove on (A-get your groove on) Come and get your groove on (A-get your groove on) (Pras) Refugee Camp, uh-huh Navy Seals, All-stars, come on, come on, come

this whole town And if you happen to bump into me or my crew nigga bown down They ask me why I'm so heartless Or even start this I say these streets

run Adam Hussain, I'm fuckin' GLC 'Cos if you wanted THC come see me There's a new dance goin' on In Newport, it's called the funky bong You wiggle your hips, start

's another one inside me Guess I've gone insane But you always run away When I come around I don't mind the day I'll track you down Run you down Pain

a-get your groove on (A-get your groove on) Come and get your groove on (A-get your groove on) ReFugee Camp, uh, huh Navy Seals, All-Stars, come on, come on, come

What A Night" "Se Souir el La". French. Number one in Paris 2000. How'd that happen? You ask four guys, you get four different versions, but this is where all of them start

dirty ass room Starin' at candles, high on drugs All alone wit my hand on Mac 10 handle Schemin' on you niggaz I sit alone in my dirty ass room Starin

but less than 50 words were spoken. The last four were "We have no son." Some wounds never heal and mine had scarred me for life. A great star fell