to that. I never stay. Hard and cold, givin' you a warning. Hard and cold, your turn tonight. Hard and cold, it's my war on these streets tonight. Hard and cold
Übersetzung: Great White. Hart und kalt.
cold I ain't work this hard since I was 18 Apologise if I say, anything I don't mean Like what's up with your best friend? We could all have some fun, believe me And
put up this fight, why do I still write Sometimes it's hard enough just dealin with real life Sometimes I wanna jump on stage and just kill mics And show
no dulling my shine Still nine dead bodies real hard to find And if you want to kill some more times, press rewinD This is how the story goes People these days are really out cold
a tortoise, mixed as a hash Fierce as a lion, meek as a lamb Hot as a poker and cold as a clam Dead as a doornail, dumb as a dolt Spry as a kitten, and
new crack on a new stock, ? dawg, true that, it's telling me, you back And to think I ever left this ? dick, ha And them life of ? they just suck my dick, ha And
down, lower than britney, way to the ground but i get through hard times, just by sayin quite simply that i am still playin - this game of life and that
Dank gets laced, liquors chased, red flag on my face And I'm gonna illustrate hate with a snub nose thirty-eight And feeling great when I deplete the
like Gucci, Fila, Louie or Fendi Those are fads and I ain't trendy But wheter your names Lucy, Terry, Laura or Cindy Ice got beef and this ain't Wndy
blowin' on flame but yours is all white And I'ma pull up in the Bentley all white Step up in the club with nothing but all dykes Sippin' on some Louis
] I'm getting so cold I aint work this hard since I was 18 Apologise if I say, anything I don't mean Like whats up with your best friend? We could all have some fun, believe me And
I'm getting so cold I aint work this hard since I was 18 Apologise if I say, anything I don't mean Like whats up with your best friend? We could all have some fun, believe me And
rapper A big bank roller and a cold, cold capper Hey baby, I got this rhyme It's not gonna stop till the end of time Like rock and roll I'll play that
put up this fight, why do I still write Sometimes it's hard enough just dealin' wit real life Sometimes I wanna jump on stage and just kill mics And
and laugh at what had happened to him On his right hand Billy'd tattooed the word love and on his left hand was the word fear And in which hand he
to say Right or wrong, don't you think that he deserves a play? 'Cause he's living for you and you and you and you The brother X tried but he died trying
White Air Force Ones, monies in rubber bands America's number one dope man Racin' through the city with Uncle Paul and Diddy Hennesey frontin', lookin' brock and
