all right with us down here [edwin & jewel] Let them in, peter For they are very tight Give them couches where the angels sleep And let those free Let them
Übersetzung: Juwel. Let Them In Duett von Edwin McCain und Jewel Am Rad.
Übersetzung: Juwel. Let Them In.
ya scared now ha punk leave tha street Beat cha meat Do sumin get from 'round me Lil shy you really thank its a game bruh Let me show ya when them hotboys
to warn ?em, I'll buck and bomb ?em, them niggas fry Hey remember me? Down that Hennessy The nigga you don't wanna see, let me proceed My definition of
who am I to try to warn 'em, I buck and bomb 'em, them niggaz fry Hey, remember me? Down that Hennessy The nigga you don't wanna see, let me procede
my locus thought on my enemies Sip off the Hennessey it's necessary to finish me I'm in this social immortal when it comes to the phone book Jersey them
: [2Pac] Searching for Black Jesus Oh yeah, sportin jewels and s**t, yaknahmean? (Black Jesus; you can be Christian Baptist, Jehovah Witness) Straight
is dark and I admit it's dark. So chase ?????? Beware foolin marks. And yo, Makaveli, give me them bullets that was left for PO's belly. And let me bust back to them
be a racist, but let's face this: wouldn't you if we could trade places? I got lynched by some crooked cops, and to this day them same motherfuckers
s tha jack ass keep my shit cocked, cause tha cops got a glock too what tha fuck would you do drop them or let 'em drop you I chose droppin' tha cop I
with real G's Quick to snatch your ugly ass off the streets, you knew we... I'll let them suckers know it's on for life Don't let the westside ride tonight
real G's Quick to snatch your ugly ass, off the streets So fuck peace I'll let them niggas know It's on for Life Don't let the west side Ride the night
this one's for you I hit the studio and drop a jewel, hopin it pay Gettin high watchin time fly, to live and die in LA (Let my angel sing) Chorus Outro
a hundred grand from crack Goin' to see my jeweler, so I can blow a stack [Chorus- 50 Cent] nigga you hustle, but me I hustle harder I got what you need, them
walk wit a limp In the hood then the ladies saying "50 you hot" They like me, I want them to love me like they love 'Pac But holla in New York them niggas
the faces, hall at you laces This is a hit, let's see if homicide trace this (50 Cent, let's see if homicide trace this) [Verse 3] Yo, son remember them
see them niggas that wet me, wile' for me remember the good times, the chips we stacked the clips we packed and all the bricks we cooked from coke to crack let
