Übersetzung: La Banda De Jack. Neon Lights.
en Pense Ramene Pas Ton Equipe De Transes Sur La Piste De Danse Les Keufs M'ont A l'oeil J'hesite a Transporter Mon Gun Alors J'commande Une Bouteille De D'Jacks
Encre dans le ciment, la joie hostile aux hommes entraine le crime Le doigt en l'air pour ces shbebs en bleu marine Booba-Intouchable tu bandes mais
fun (chorus) Rosalita jump a little lighter, senorita come sit by my fire I just want to be your lover ain't no liar, Rosalita you're my stone desire Jack
your carpetbaggers off my back You wouldn't even give me time to cover my tracks You said "Here's your mirror and your ball and jacks" But they're not
gestanden arm sterben als reich leben auf Knien, Taglich am Beat, jeder von uns Lieblingsmensch, du warst unser Bruce, wir deine kleine E-Street Band
auf um dort jeden zu nem Schrotthaufen zu treten, der Bigboss Player, King der Rap-Battles, bin das Next Level du nur geschminkt wie Jack Sparrow, der
: - Hey Jack, what's happenin'? - I don't know. - Well uh, rumour around town says you mighht be thinkin' 'bout goin' down to the shore. - Uh, yeah,
many fuckin fakes G. That aint a scene it's a GOD DAMN DISGRACE! All you fuckin fair weather fans When a bands hot you're all upon the merch stand When a bands
weed weg in diesem lied track genannt geht das klar Wunderbar meint der typ doch das ist kein lied umfasst mein glied der bandit doch bevor er mich in
my own again All by myself Parade of one So bring on the fireworks I'm on my own again All by myself Parade of one I wanna be a parade Hear the call me the jack
Alabama, At a club they call Big Jack's, A little four-piece band was jammin', So I took my guitar and I sat in, I showed 'em what a band would sound
I:] Takeoff, you invited inside of the mind of a psychotic rhymer I'm kind of a Dahmer, I'm grinding Now rappers are lining up jackers, I'm climbing up
: Standing on the corner, suitcase in my hand. Jack is in his corset, and jane is in her vest and me I?m in a rock?n?roll band. Ridin? in a stutz bear
, I'm like a ghost writer And then my rhyme is like a chip ahoy, I bet'cha bite uh And they don't understand, a rock and roll band I'm not the KK Klan
left at dawn and as I slept, I felt him go {Loop of Erik Satie, as in Pet Shop Boys' Jack The Lad} Maxi Jazz: New York, New York, temperature's droppin' The band
Man [Chorus x2] [Verse 2:] Im The Dope Man's Dope Man Neva Cut Tha Coke Man Gucci Man Tha Flair Got Em Smokin Otta Coke Cans Rubba Bands Extra Grams
but I still looked cracked out Yelled to the homies then I blacked out Woke up in the back of a tray On my way, to MLK That the county hospital jack
