got to touch you Please let me touch you I've got to feel you I need to love you I'm not gonna hurt you Mine You whispered one word Mine
Übersetzung: LA Guns. Meine.
another Sold out show tomorrow night in L.A. [This is the life] Robbie: Whoa did you hear that sold out in L.A! Whoa! Farmain: Ow Ow needle in finger
you with the shotgun Cops try to flex.. but guns they'll never find.. My Lethal Weapon's my mind! [Chorus: Rakim, "Microphone Fiend" (repeat 2X)] "A lethal weapon.. A lethal weapon.. A
the hallways Young black nigga, bout to come back bigger Rap action figure, that's strapped with the spitter I serve mankind like a super hero Gonna
soon, early June Killa Bee platoon, well groomed Spells doom, raise the volume You react like a werewolf in a full moon With the force of a trojan horse
mine now tell me what's my name It ain't Eric Clapton and this ain't slowhand I'm the kid ya dig and I'm a rock the whole land Cuz no man can make a
see) He has the speed of a cheetah The site (I can't see) of a falcon (my arms) Strength (what's happenin to me) of a hundred guerillas (What's gonna
Deep concentration break the point on a pencil Keep my cliches out your dental, capiche? Shit that I been through is cause for parental discretions no question my Westside Connections L.A
Blaze me On the job like Dick Tracy Hit the cure for that ill shit like Ben Casey, M.D. Symbolic thrill like god he shocked it Like a finger in a light
bout mine dont worr bout me [Background:] O (goin tha hell off throughout tha song. Pay attention!) [Eliseo:] T-R-E-A-L- A-L- Dont worr bout mine dont
was a guest on Jerry Springer wit desert eagle, tech meezle a [???] a nigga, a drop a ??? I die a lil nigga leave 'em wit a 30 round drummer slit ya throat
I grab my gun And start blazin', this shit got a nigga agein' I'ma die a gangsta nigga, ain't no changin' A G faithfully, mama pray for me Yo nigga, go
me Why? Well that's my secret baby I don't take shit, so fuck you, pay me So you can call me, a public servant Not a king but a teacher I believe I'
: (feat. Jay-Z) [Chorus: x2] Sittin' sideways, paused in a daze. Sittin' sideways, paused in a daze. Sittin' sideways, paused in a daze. On a Sunday
is what it is Tupac cut his head bald Then you wanna cut yo' head bald (You PUSSY Nigga!) Tupac wear a bandana You wan' wear a bandana Tupac put a
through a hole in the ice and disappeared I ride a bicycle, and bite an apple Alamo Bay, bloody old man from L.A. [Chorus x4] [Warcloud:] Heat bringer
like all I got I always envied how ya'll rock wit Dre & the Chronic The way that Tupac, Biggie, 50 and Jigga got it A lot like L.L., Chuck D, Slick &
