just for the record, did you ever love me? I hope that you'll be happy, I'm gonna try to be But just for the record, did you ever love me? Or was I just
Übersetzung: Ray Price. Nur für das Protokoll.
peers And losin' some of yourself to the years past, gone by Hopefully it don't manifest for the wrong guy Egomaniac and the Brainiac don't know how to act Just
So me and The Cherokee Cowboys Are knockin' on your record player once more And we hope that you can just kinda sit back kick off your shoes And relax just
of money and pounds of treats Now check it, I rip mics and sell records Sign autographs, respect to accept it Every time you come to town you pick me up, yeah, Ray
jail record Plus nothing ever hurt me when I was at home These evil streets got a mind of their own My pops left me for dead with just the clothes on
jail record Plus nothing ever hurt me when I was at home These Evil Streets got a mind of their own My Pops left me for dead with just the clothes on
Doe, a deer thut Nugent shot Ray, a fish that's flat Me, the guy who's always getting fucked Fa, the ride to our next gig So, it means I'm not impressed
conceal that dirty shit [Chorus: Method Man] This is for the gun slingers noise bringers this is for the crack slingers bell ringers this is for the
Ray, a fish that's flat Me, the guy who's always getting fucked Fa, the ride to our next gig So, it means I'm not impressed La, a place where we record
my fuckin ass better hope I never blast I'm walkin in a path with an ax and a mask Waitin for this drama to blow out of paportion Record your fuckin murder
carrer would disappear (uh!) The NBA caught that gamblin ref And we got touched by tragedy - Virginia Tech Barry Bonds broke the record, that's up for debate Definition of "less-than great" - Ray
