, a little help from above I'll get my feet back on the ground before long Chorus Back in my own hands Back in my own hands Back in my own hands There
Übersetzung: Head East. Zurück in meinen eigenen Händen.
rhythm I've been sittin in the back with my eyes on the prize High, tryin to visualize A game with no strains, stress, no pain Got me pullin out my hair
I get back to my place and put my bicycle away Feelin burnt out and tired but I try not to complain My girl pulls up, how was work? (oh, just great) You
the sky And voices in my head call my name at night Sometimes I don't know wrong from right Insight, Twilight Zone's my home I put the chrome to my dome
what it is. Peace out. Verse 1: Andre In these troublin' times a nigga like me be thinkin' of rhymes that makes my quarters nickels plus my pennies and my
believe me you gon' get there You gon' get everything you ever wanted baby That's my word Trust, my niggas come home from long bids They check for me before they see their own
my dream turn my life around Cause I'm bound for the movie screen, cuties that scream I'll need a extra Uzi riding through my own hood in Queens It be
in my baby's belly Remenise no hard times in my pen in my selly I ain't tryna go back, 'cause backwards ain't part of my PJ I need that might dollar
I'm realizin', justizin', visualizin', Rip-ridin', put mines in, Takin' this game to the next level, Trustin' no one, especially them Red Devils, Keep ya head level, hand on my
and i'm the big Dogg I'll scratch you off my balls with my motherfuckin paws Y'alls, niggaz, better recognize And see where I'm comin from it's still East
at your boy named Warren G(I wanna) A dope beat(with my), a dope beat Just holler at your boy named Warren G I got my own style, I got my own pal If
, put it on my #1 grave, 'cause I'm a stand-up true thugsta in a league of my own. The city of Thieves is my home, and I don't trust nann nigga. My mentality
the car with my pants and my jacket on Raged about the pussy, now I'm in the traffic Now pussy still wet, got my dick in her hand Lickin' all around
in my trunk and my disco balls And my hatchet in the air screamin fuck y'all! I'm the urban legend in your back seat With a hook to your head while your
In the back of the crib theres a brand new may-back You heard that my ump-back Senior would love The three brothers back together We got the hood back
'm back in the spot again Blowin' it up, I drop my own bomb Two big green mitts, and tails on my arm You in my way my man, yo B excuse me I didn't call
to do my own dirt King guard the window, I toss and turn in my sleep Silkk hand on the pump, I hear the fuckin' police It's my time to come, i'm going
