you slack in my rap, I could've macked your mother But life is too $hort so I kept it undercover I'm so damn hard, on the boulevard Hoes ain't tripping
Übersetzung: Sunset Boulevard Soundtrack. Back At The House On Sunset.
Übersetzung: Sunset Boulevard Soundtrack. At The House On Sunset.
Übersetzung: Sunset Boulevard Soundtrack. Silvester (Back At The House On Sunset).
cut you slack in my rap, I could've macked your mother But Life is Too $hort so I kept it undercover I'm so damn hard, on the boulevard Hoes ain't tripping
up the duece and givin dap comin down the boulevard just holdin slab Aye I'm throwin up the duece and givin dap comin down the boulevard just holdin slab
every house, on every street And if you walk down Hollywood boulevard their names are written in concrete! Don?t step on Greta Garbo as you walk down the boulevard
got some real thug stories! [Krayzie Bone] I knew this nigga that used to be large on the boulevard This nigga was ballin y'all, big house driveway full
There were no keys no guards Just one frightened man and some old shadows for bars Well now all that?s sure on the boulevard Is that life is just a house
: I'm working hard 50 hours a week paying for the car And the house we had built on the boulevard And as soon as you get home you wanna start With something
they shipped me to this foreign shore Fighting in a foreign war So far away from my home If only summer rain would fall On the houses and the boulevards
me The Boogeyman In that slow lane, what is your whole name? I forgot this ho's name, I'll call her Louise Lane Up on that boulevard, 24's rotate Ice
you fags undastata (?) [Jayo (verse two)] There is sa-lethal in the gas chamber I'm full of anger, nigga the west is in the house But you still in for
all. Growin' up on the New York concrete lookin' lilke a little snotty dish of prodigy cookin'. They called me Little Man all in the boulevard. When I
: I passed out on someone's couch in someone's house Woke up in the afternoon To the sound of the boulevard Hey look outside It's New Year's Day, the
of the ninth And I'm never gonna win This life hasn't turned out Quite the way I want it to be (Tell me what you want) I want a brand new house On
: Got a picture of your house And your standing by the door Its black and white and faded And its looking pretty worn See the factory that i worked
time to slip and weight Godbody, House your Party, watch the Kid N Play Ya'll gon' make me go postal, up in this muthafucka house Full of bloodsuckers
