Übersetzung: Männlich. Die Thunder And Lightning Kid.
of lyrical lavishness You say I'm fabulous, they say I'm fabulous But hey, I'm just used to havin' this So remember the name Thunder, 'cause you're gonna
: Badself! [Verse 1: Fresh Kid Ice] Hey pretty lady, what's your name and number? Whenever I see you, my heart's like thunder I'd like to know you better
: [Mr. Mixx] Ghetto Style Dee-Jays! Don't touch that stereo! Ghetto Bass [Verse 1: Fresh Kid Ice] What's up, party people, we're back again Bringin'
dollar bill And it ain't on Macy's window sill And it ain't on no rich kid's road map And it ain't in no fat kid's fraternity house And it ain't made
marijuana. Then beat the shit out of Rihanna Just because I wanna. Haha. Nah, I ain't Chris Brown. I am Chris Web. CT is listenin' to everything this kid
feat. Royce Da 5'9") I end careers, years, pierce ears fierce with spears They say I'm gifted, get lifted like the beers in cheers Catch a thunder bolt
my wall It reminds me, that it's not so bad, it's not so bad.. 1st Chorus: volume gradually grows over raindrop background 2nd Chorus: full volume with beat right after "thunder
Eminem] It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder Why I keep on duckin' under the bed when I hear thunder Cuz I ain't crazy, I say shit that's crazy
The Front Seat Of The Hummer [Lil Kim:] Ohh... You want a freaky girl? Welcome to Kim's World You ain't gon' wanna leave Just like a kid at DisneyWorld
Discman's and stereos The songs that fortify you with nutritious values like Cheerios The songs thats underground, like seismic prints that make the thunder
shrapnel, sprinkle it with TNT; Gotta have another grenade salad, split it with your enemy. Gotta sell another Uzi, maybe couple 44 Mags, Got a wife and a kid
the rain, Lord, if you don't mind. Send down the rain, lightning and thunder, If my crops don't get a drink we cannot stay I'll take my wife and kid's
bladder, you'll stagger, mac to a 'matic he's platter I'll feel for 'em (slow down son you're killin 'em) Uhh, yeah, the kid with the thunder, slip from
And Juliet get fucked if I was Romeo, but I'm not I'm Kid Rock Flat top and all Not Michael Jackson spinnin singing off the wall But making everyone how I thump like thunder
to player, now watch me throw it I feel we owe it to the people on the real side To collide styles because it seems real music died We got pride in the city Detroit Kid
drum of war poundin We found him, now's the season, ain't no reason for doubt, shit If you ain't bout it, bout it, you're about to get drowned kid Til
: I went to work for her that summer A teenag kid so far from home She was a lonely widow woman Hell bent to make it on her own We were a thousand
