love Make way for the way we are Fever still burns though the king is gone Make way for the way we are The king is gone but the fever lives on
Übersetzung: Die Staats-. The King Is Gone.
a warnin, there's no heads up when it's on Here it comes, ready or not Don't be out there snorin, one eye blink and you're gone Keep it cocked - and
bitch nigga, how much money you got nigga [Tony Yayo:] It's a bird, it's a plane, it's super nigga With 5 acres and a mule and the coupe is bigger You gone
town, Drum major, Jacki-O, T double D [Trick Daddy] I am the champion King ding-a-ling Say my name for the dick I sling Go on head bitch do yo thang
of the head Disco Gene, he's reunited with the team He was gone for a while, but back in the swing of things Amazing Chico, a king to his trade Known
(All that is dead don't change each other) (I swear I'll never call you bitch again, believe me) We came too far pretty thing, yeahh (I know what time it is
: Our room across is a mile wide She comes and look now how you are the fireside I'm watching, she's waiting to show you the pearls in her Betsy Clark
face is beyond communication. The captain is down but still believing that his love will be repaid. They shaved her head. She was torn between Jupiter
Ghost is And lay you down on bed of roses Well I'm so far away That each step that I take is on my way home A king's ransom in dimes I'd given each night
you When Punk-tius come to kill the king upon his throne I?m ready for their stones. I?ll dance, dance, dance With my hands, hands, hands, Above my head, head, head
is dead" In the hills the self-made men just sighed and shook their heads This is a prayer for the souls of the departed Those who?ve gone and left their
Now I?m fucken with that Paris Hilton And it?s pretty fucken cool I?ve got it made, and her house ain?t bad, her house so legit King size spankin, give me head
cause only once The way to your ignorance can bury a man Sanity, can it be so simple Today's men is genetically cloned people And they'll be headed pathetic
is confounded back from holly England, I see as they cower away, beyond this hell lies the salvation, no heathen hangs on our destination, the hag's days are gone
were Gone Real Cool Traders We were so Turned On You thought we were Fakers Now the dress is hung, the ticket pawned The Factor Max that proved the fact Is
uses school to pleasure You make me act real gone, you make me troll along I had to ravish your capsule, suck you dry Feel the teeth in your bones, heal ya head
Sometimes i feel like... Screaming Close my eyes It's times like this My head goes down And the only thing i know Is the name of this town Is the name
