this is what you want you got your wish (whose is this? whose is this? whose is this? ) (if this is what you want, girl you got your wish oooh whose is this
Übersetzung: Keine Frage. Wessen ist dieses.
this is what you want you got your wish (whose is this? whose is this? whose is this?) (if this is what you want, girl you got your wish oooh whose is this
[PAC] Observe [RR] and you ain't goin back [PAC] Nah nah nah, we got to show these motherfuckers whassup though [RR] This is for the honeys,
man. So now my soul is duct taped to this body whose life will someday end. I've found a limited amount of answers, but the questions never end. And my ineptitude is
wo wo-wo! Let them all pass all their dirty remarks (One Love!); There is one question I'd really love to ask (One Heart!): Is there a place for the
Whose 2 blame Who is the one who sparked the flame The victim who became part of the game We be ya murder for money sex and things The question remains
is on Fingers are numb Remember your memories, it increases the fun The moth that is drawn towards white light/white heat A New York quest for the 1970
and a glass of moscado For the girl whos a student and the friend whos a model Finish the whole bottle and we gon do it big like this Yea and he was just
If I win, if I lose CHORUS It don't matter what tricks you got up your sleeve It don't matter whose house is who's on the street All I know is I, I would
get together and feel all right Let them all pass all their dirty remarks There is one question I'd really love to ask (One Heart) Is there a place for
: [Verse 1:] All I need is one mic all I need is one stove Homie got a nice flow but gucci got that white coke You ain't gettin the right dope, you knockin
Whose the sickest of them all Mirror Mirror split in two Look at me - who are you? No, my life is beautiful I said, my life is beautiful Mirror Mirror
They talk, they act, now, whose fuckin' fault is that? The home invader... Yo, moms you can basically just suck my dick! This is a home invasion... Yo, pops that shit you talkin' is
Your my Questions, Your my Proof Your my Stress and your my Masseuse Mama-say mama-say ma-ma-coo-sah Lost in this Plastic life, Let's Break out of this
