word The less said would be best for we Ooh, what a firm of naughty boys Ooh, I've been a naughty boy We don't want to mark each other's card Except
Übersetzung: Wahnsinn. Calling Cards.
a word The less said would be best for we Ooh, what a firm of naughty boys Ooh, I've been a naughty boy We don't want to mark each other's card Except
: (feat. Call O' Da Wild) (Intro) What's up we gonna go down the line baby Brand new one from the Call O Da Wild Give big shouts to money makin Manhattan
[Verse 2:] Now some of these new rappers got they caps flipped backwards Wit' the fingers intertwined in some gang sign madness I got an exam to
called killin, cap peelin Playalistic, I mean is all that shit realistic Play your cards God, black keep your hand held tight Night fall might call your
What's up we gonna go down the line baby Brand new one from the Call O' Da Wild Give big shouts to money makin' Manhattan 145th street crews, 155th street
A world where the deceased is just a thing of the past And each and every advance is more costly than the last A President's madness, responsible for
perimeter There will be a blessing and your explicit intoxicated Buddha session to stop stressin Me with the madness puttin niggaz on my had list No sadness is felt, you shuffled and your cards
to sow Riding on a train that I can't control No one else to blame and I can't let go It's calling me, it's calling me It's calling me, it's calling
in epidermis, from tattoo artists to scar this, thought of partnership you may have fought for this position and status, this entrepeneurship Matter of fact, madness
Eastside Where the niggas do or die Representin' like a dream The circle's deep I thought you knew As I crack dice from one hood to the next Doin' credit card
estelle is a vampire she has a novel way of leaving her calling card sing along by the campfire she'll leave her mark while she's stealing your heart
egotists. We can try to fill those spaces with the strength of our love. Gandhi called it Ahimsa. The Greenham Wowan call it the 'Politics of Whimsy',
the call Should I never need you like my only friend Should I read the writing on the wall It's just as simple as a feeling Just as simple as these cards
You looking in the mouth of madness, skilled out since I had this I'm talking bout nothing but pure d badness My acceleration is compatible to a bima
traumatized by all their shit and lies broken promises and endless hatred for the world, it dies! a recipe for madness in a sick cold world i can't go on with these cards
