Übersetzung: Crash. Johnny Law.
iPod She don't want me on her show though I guess I'm too hard She sat Kanye West down, and talked about his crash But she don't wanna talk about the
I'm just a little Pink Red Hot Chili Peppers and I start to sing I like Bryan Adams, I love Johnny Cash Move along to J.Lo and try not to crash (x2) I
contrast as the sound clashes Mrs. Dash, sprinkle wit her icicle eyelash {"one"} Ask Cap or Pendergrass for backstage passes Special guest, no more Johnny Blaze, Johnny
the black, Carlo Gambino's stash house in Hackensack Pack capsules, Green Bay 'em lay 'em down like wax do It's all actual we build, like Crash Crew Coconut
to ignore it Later not recall it - yo You had unfettered access to the facts But the fact is your back was turned to the atlas Nothing like not being in the crash
girl and get some light-weight fame There'd never been no cash made in it So who thought you could get paid with it? Just crash the club with my crew
U-D-Z You wanna get down, get down with me [Interlude: Inspectah Deck] Aiyo, Streetlife, what up, nigga? (yeah) Size/7 (hit me up), Johnny Blaze (Wu
the tongue Plus fronting like he want it, should of knew what become Ask around, who dispatching the raw, throw our name on the scale My side probably crash
roller, title holder For my nigga J-Love, Brace yourself.. [Verse 1] 1, 2, yo, yo, I swing swords, one into four like Charlie Ward Clep shooter, crash
: (feat. Peer Plex) Das ist Crash?Kid Mauser der dich boxt Mit Tracks?auf den ihr nicht mitkommt Ein Rapper der stresst wie der Wecker um sechs Und
Johnny, got these niggaz mad at they mommy Jumpin on my hard salami, say what you like In the heat of the night, I crash individuals Splash on the mic
: Lyrics by Stephen Morrissey Music by Johnny Marr Take me out tonight Where there's music and there's people And they're young and alive Driving in
: Lyrics by Stephen Morrissey Music by Johnny Marr Learn to love me Assemble the ways Now, today, tomorrow and always My only weakness is a list of crime
There are many of us, working for the good of the Wu Tang" "Die!" [*sounds of fighting are heard*] [Verse One: Street Life] So get your egg crashed
your seat back, just flow... That's how we doin it Bound by honest sword take over the set; rap from here to Que-bec Throw up the tech, crash your intellect
and get some light-weight fame There'd never been no cash made in it So who thought you could get paid with it? Just crash the club with my crew and
in johnny The boy disappeared, johnny fell on his knees, Started crashing his head against the locker, Started crashing his head against the locker, Started laughing hysterically When suddenly johnny
