at these walls and scream Let me out And if your walls should ever come falling I'd understand, yes i'd understand Because mine already has Let me out Let me out
No regrets and everything she wants she gets She?s going out with God She ain?t gonna let me forget She?s going out with God Oh, yeah, she?s going out with God
Übersetzung: Kinky Machine. Going Out With God.
the mess hall Like I jus blew trial And I ain't got nothin left God, what's todays mathematics? Shit ain't addin up Get knocked wid 10 machine guns Only
now Hold my foot kilos Switch cars trying to be low I touch more DR Then got a line away I shooting windows, doors and parked cars 80 grand on your head, OH GOD
roll down and that AK come out You can squeeze your lil hand gun till you run out And you can run for your back up If them machine gun shells don't tear
LA, Where I Gangbang, Ever Since The Curl Played Out Spider Loc, And It's Me Against The World It Ain't Easy Being Loc'd Out, A Nigga An Outlaw And I'
trinken. Ey, ich hab' kein bock auf Beef, ich mach' aus dir gekochten Schinken. Dat is' wie, wenn du 'ne Ampel nicht siehst. Es macht (Akk!) und dein
me I'll ride by and blow ya brains out (brains out) There's no time to cock it, no way you can stop it When niggas run up on you wit them thangs out (thangs out
to most rap fiends Un cured, ain't no vaccine Last seen at the automatic teller machine, maxing out Or in the studio booth, blacking out It's Con Ed style
get to the green. - Half man, half machine. Tu-tu-tu! - I'm on ya head with the beam. So focused ferocious. I shoot ya pretty ass out them Gucci loafers
: feat. Kymberli Intro: Beenie Man Zagga! Well I am di surgeon general Kymberli: I want me a mean green marine, all them lovers are sex machines Hey
run away Wi well aware so man nuh mek outa clay Machine dey yah an wi naw ley ley But if yuh ever mek wi rise di machine Yuh haffi run when yuh hear
the glowing lights it's grown Can it feel human love? Though what would waste a drop on such a thing? Mindless abomination Hideously destroyed today Machines
any insides These people so pretty in their ribbons and bows No you'll not now or no other day Find it on the doorsteps made out-a paper mache? And inside
But sleep in separate houses I read the body count out of the paper And now it's written all over my face And no one ever plans to sleep out in the gutter
eyes girl, and c'mon c'mon c'mon let's go to bed, baby, baby, baby (Chorus) There's machines and there's fire waiting on the edge of town They're out
und dann bounce mit dem BOOM Chorus another soundbwoy talk dont test di culcha family are you mad? another shotgun bark watch out watch out soundbwoy you gwaan god
