Übersetzung: Gospel Kids. Nicht Talk About Me.
the Outlawz) Intro: 2Pac Black Cotton Black Cotton Black Cotton- A symbol for unrewarded struggle Time for a little gospel tail Ghetto gospel that
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a motherfuckin' dick Chew on a prick, and lick a million motherfuckin' cocks per second I'd rather put out a motherfucking gospel record I'd rather be
: [Intro: 2Pac] Black Cotton Black Cotton Black Cotton - A symbol for unrewarded struggle Time for a little gospel tail Ghetto gospel that is- listen
: (feat. Fler) Hook 2x: Wir bringen den Sound fur Kids, die grad am Block chilln Frank White, Kay - das deutsche Ghetto Gospel Streetfight, Gangster
Devil tempts me like Jobe, everything I had I now owe He took my girl, shook my world, lost my crib It was all his except for my kids That's what I thought
javelin somethin' mind unravelin' get down Return of the gangsta thanks ta' them niggas who got them kids who got enough to buy an ounce but not enough to bounce them kids
: (With the perfect hair and the perfect wife and the perfect kids and the perfect life i can finally be somebody ...) let's play born-again american
yo [Olu Dara singing] Greatest man alive (Nas: Yeah, turn it up!) Gre-Gre-Gre-Gre-Greatest man alive! [Verse 2: Nas] The blues came from gospel, gospel
so niggaz can see I rock mics religiously Those who believe ye shall receive But non-believers, you niggaz doubt my existence like agnostics The hostile gospel
, eat a motherfuckin' dick Chew on a prick, and lick a million motherfuckin' cocks for second I'd rather put out a motherfucking gospel record I'd rather
[Intro: 2Pac] Black Cotton Black Cotton Black Cotton - A symbol for unrewarded struggle Time for a little gospel tail Ghetto gospel that is- listen Rotten
make a offer To black kids wishin they white kids, when they close they eyelids Like, "I bet they neighborhood ain't like this" White kids wishin they black kids
To black kids wishin? they white kids when they close they eyelids Like ?I bet they neighborhood ain?t like this? White kids wishin? they black kids,
growin' up in Brooklyn My pops was a DJ, he had a bunch of records Funk, jazz, rhythm and blues, soul, you know what I'm sayin'? There was this one gospel
I be on these beats like In other words, the police Say it, say it like Pac the police Fuck 'em, and that's straight from the underground Where little kids
