And these are the days of wild, hit me (Hold onto your wits) These are the days of wild (Hold onto your wits) These are the days of wild Hooker, bitch
Übersetzung: Prince. Days Of Wild.
are the days of wild - put'em up! (Hold onto your wigs!) These are the days of wild (Hold onto your wigs!) These are the days of wild Hooker, bitch
your body The blow's like a twelve gauge shotty Uhh, feel me! And God said he should send his one begotten son to lead the wild into the ways of the man
as we're cooperating with God by accepting Jesus Christ as our personal Lord and saviour And as the Lord does return in the coming seven days We'll see
doin wicked shit and murderin you super heroes P-P-P-Pow with the wicked shit, P-P-P-Pow We wicked wild, wicked wicked wild, P-P-P-Pow, no doubt [Esham
I will not be a pawn (I will not be) for the prince of darkness any longer Maybe there's no haven in this world for tender age My heart beat like the wings of wild
could drive me crazy with your unkempt hair You don't know what a comb is and frankly, I don't care 'Cause you're fast and you're wild and you make the
life With God control, I take a photo of the globe like a space probe, let your tape roll to roll My ways of life shine purple rays of light Ways that are right take long days
, I roast Motherfuckers from the East coast to the West coast to your breakfast voltage, I got funk for days by the buckets PPP packs a bunch of wild
Motherfuckers from the East coast to the West coast to your breakfast voltage, I got funk for days by the buckets PPP packs a bunch of wild
life With God control, I take a photo of the globe Like a space probe, let your tape roll to roll My ways of life shine purple rays of light Ways that are right take long days
finger prints I said, "Wait you can't arrest me I'm the fresh prince" I demand that you release me you incompetent fool You can't arrest me I'm the prince
mysterious But we be doin wicked shit and murderin these super heroes P-P-P-POW with the wicked shit p-p-p-pow Wicked wild wicked wicked wild p-p-
Topics is wild as fiction To lessen the friction my children beware the pale rider Your life is slipped into a microchip I warned you with all of the mics that I grip Cash days
your body The blow's like a twelve gauge shotty Uhh, feel me! And God said he should send his one begotten son to lead the wild into the ways of the
