Übersetzung: Die Horn Familie. Ich möchte Ihnen sagen,.
I came to a field of green where the corn stalks grew so tall The sunlight could not pierce to the winding path below Round and round I went under those
: Ab auf die Karriereleiter - Geld muss sich vermehrn. Nur nach oben geht es weiter - wer nicht fuhlt, muss horn. Familie und ein Eigenheim - und Cabriolet
goes; I might as well kick it at home But my baby momma hate my guts and can't stand me (yeah) Packed up, moved out, started a new family So all this
ist ein Dreckiger Ort. 4 5 Assozial. Blutdruck Annormal Kein Job doch wir bring Brot auf'n Tisch Scheiss auf eure Perspektive ich brauch sie nicht. Wir horn
My dick keep slippin' out my boxer drawers Now I'm caught up in the drug sting Niggas is callin' my horn, police is hittin' every corner we on Can't understand
riding no Rivera [Verse Two: RZA] Fat-ass whips big asses, colorful lips Wide hips, baller kits, chrome dipped wearing blue kicks, plus jeans boomin beats Loud horn
keep himself from weeping ~ he gets up and goes on his way ~ a woman late for work crosses his path and barely misses ~ she curses his existence ~ leans on the horn
dreams Don't talk of impulse or the lonely road Those demons I just don't see them Are there any here tonight? Do they wear horns or burn bright (Chorus
got, and to keep it hot [verse two] Now what a freak like you, doin' with a fool like me? Explain it to your family It's got to be insanity --because
gold, but now we electric probes with silicon brains, sinthetic, all faces are strange, pathetic, check the eyes, a man can't even recognise his family
I rot here in the Army. Some fool made a soldier of me. I told her we'd marry and build us a home and raise us a big family. But she's givin' all her
piece of shit ride It barely even runs and it stinks inside But I really don't care cuz its gettin me where I'm goin I'm just drivin along I hear this horn
beat the block with, meet the cops with My stamina's incredible so sucka don't try to stop this The D-U-N-G-E-O-N Family, merrily Life is but a dream,
Demental Had you come through the lab Doctor, Organized instrumental We gon' keep it on the track and the gristle This Ex-press, here the whistle? {*train horn
sleep on it You'll be givin' up your Jesus piece to your peeps to pawn it For legal fees in the penal dorm Screamin' on the horn with 'bout thirty years
off and he's calling on me To come and represent like I'm G.O.D. Ofcourse I must agree, cuz this is family If tables was turned he would do it for me
