Übersetzung: Jack Bruce. Drahtseil.
in Unterzahl, ergeben uns nie, Lieber gestanden arm sterben als reich leben auf Knien, Taglich am Beat, jeder von uns Lieblingsmensch, du warst unser Bruce
: (Eric Clapton, Jack Bruce and Pete Brown) It's getting near dawn, When lights close their tired eyes. I'll soon be with you my love, To give you my
: (Jack Bruce and Pete Brown) In the white room with black curtains near the station. Blackroof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings. Silver
: (Jack Bruce and Pete Brown) Feel when I dance with you, We move like the sea. You, you're all I want to know. [Chorus:] I feel free. I feel free.
nose with the nasal drip, click flipped on fam Dancin with Blanch and them bitches, flickin goose pictures Kick down the ace of spades, snatch Jack riches
my lifestyle? Fuck you! I'm rollin with the New Jack crew. And I'm a hustler. H-U-S-T-L-E-R hustler New Jack, New Jack.......... Here I come, so you
take it away homeboy Lyricaly The ghetto yeah boy I'm a proud ass resident I got more boys than the motha fuckin president Watchin my back through jack leadin jack
the Mack Bright Lord's the Mack O 3's the mack Violent J's the Mack Joe Bruce the Mack I'm the Mack I'm the Mack Quit Smokin crack jack Cuz I'm the Mack
Fat Joe] Nowadays I'm on some mack shit But I used to be loyal to tax, cracks The nigga that would soil-in your jacks Feed 'em with trays the size of
l'assume, ohh malgre nos lacunes y'en a qui reussissent parmi nous. Je regrette rien des trucs bien au trucs chelous... Oh j'ai debarque a l'epoque de Bruce
'm Rappin' On, They Tryin' To De-Rail My Train Of Thought! But I'm Bruce Willis -- Ya'll Dont Feel It, Why You Break Yo'self Like A Car-Jack, This
Rampage Yeah motherfuckas is talk, bullshit Saddam We hear that, we gotta take these niggas to war I'm wit ya, Flipmode, check it out Fuck the jacks
they ceiling Cause when it's time to throw joints, they the ones illin I'm way above 90 plus tax, kleptomaniac Take the change out your blue mousetrap Lo-Jacks
lyrics and tracks, make me funky like cottage cheese Fuck the smoov shit, I get down wit the boom bip like Q-Tip, I kick more styles than Bruce shoe'
shoes and gym clothes But I'll boot a bitch Who got ass like she's black Love to fuck me, Bruce Lee sucky-sucky Now I run hoes of all nationalities And
and everything they like These niggas came together Made for give me the mic [The Jacka] It's the Jack, it's the Jack Nigga it's The Jacka One love
like brilliant trash at Jackie's funeral This machine has gone insane We're powered-up power slaves So we burn like brillliant trash at Jackie's funeral