Na na na-na na na... Whoa-oh-oh Na na na-na na na... Whoa-oh-oh
Lately I've heard this song, you see, And it will not let me be. It's a measure or two with a hell of a groove But a lot of simplicity. It's the kind
Übersetzung: Pain. Saft.
Übersetzung: Pain. Juice / Square Pegs.
when i saw it on the bakery carousel i knew i had to have it for my own i eased it out and i brought it home why don't you try some i already had some
harmonied out. [Bizzy Bone] Invisible cut the Crucifix, explodes into the galaxy! Show you niggas how loose I get ? No! No fatalities! Zeus, I'm comin' to juice
ride When lightning strikes, city lights are gleaming No sunshine, no California dreaming The demon is roaming on the loose, you got juice Up for abuse
is the life] Robbie: Whoa did you hear that sold out in L.A! Whoa! Farmain: Ow Ow needle in finger sharp shooting pain. Hannah: oh I'm sorry Farmain.
of motherfuckers are hot And want police shot? You can't stop the shock (?) The fires are out But the coals are still hot I got juice to bring pain You
sounds right I rhyme of death And darkness and danger Your crib or car Becomes a torture chamber I write my rhymes with violence What you expect? Sounds of pain
vultures cry... Heat of wind! Fire of earth! Ancient gods! Cloak the... Oasis! From mortal sight... Trying to pave the way to my eternal goal, This pool of godly fluid, juice
flow so yo black Just get on up or yo get the bozak Cuz it ain't Kojak or Dr. Suess It's the kid muther fucker and I'm gonna get loose Cuz I got the juice
Step a side as I make room to bloom Any opposing goo gets placed in a tomb As soon as I grip the mic to get loose Don't dispute cuz ya got no juice Meanwhile
t get enough Wanna feel you deep inside, pumpin' through my veins, fill you to the core Let me take you thru the night, heaven knows no pain, open up
Wait!" but you're scared to ask as your world starts spinning and it's moving fast Tryin' to stay sane is the price of fame Spending your life trying to numb the pain
Finch rockin', wrist glistenin' marksman Hitchcock of Hip-Hop since Big Pop departed The project logic is still salute the dead, glocks spit Pour some juice
sayed I had the nerves to shoot you Catch you in the street and front you out [????????] stomp you out I'm crazy in the mouth like pac and juice Catch
membranes Necrobiosis and aborted debris in womb Parturition pains and eclampsia Pregnancy terminated by caesarian Afterbirth extracted by gynaecologist Postnatal juices