Feel the same Baby, does it feel the same to you? Feel the same I gotta know, does it feel the same? Feel the same You don't know Feel the same Tokyo
Übersetzung: Aufruhr. Feel The Same.
Feel the same, Baby, does it feel the same to you? Feel the same, I gotta know, does it feel the same? Feel the same, You don't know. Feel the same, Tokyo
tha Bay Your city is tha bomb if your city makin' pay Throw up a finger if ya' feel the same way Dre puttin' it down for Californ-i-a. Chorus --
s all good, from Diego to tha Bay Your city is tha bomb if your city makin pay Throw up a finger if ya feel the same way Dre puttin it down for Californ
many here among us Who feel the sight is but a joke Your imagination's running riot Sometimes I swear you believe what you say No-one seems to notice it's the same
bitch down, let's do it We ain't marchin' we ain't talkin' We keepin' an eye on the target So as soon as the shit get started We gone poppop papop that riot
trapped wid no way out) [Verse 3: Wish Bone] Now all ah y'all niggas tough Y'all ready for violence violence But niggas don't give ah fuck We ready to riot riot
we've done! (lord, what have we done, done, done?) [Krayzie Bone:] Everybody's gone crazy, amamzed that it ain't the same. Their faith has swayed! Everything
one more note One more motherfuckin note Its like this?.. Look at him (Drake): I aint been here in a minute Cut the lights off I feel fantastic right
pain, I think that I'm changing but I'm just the same My sun is a ascending again And I've nothing but you on my mind Sometimes I feel like I'm glad
white wall on rims da same color of tissue. No kissing be me missing yo funeral dissing me daz a mistake so better not try it um startin a riot too fly
: Since Supernatural ain't nothin changed All new players still the same old game Well if you're low-ridin or your up in your range Let me see you blow
Welcome to L.A. Where every other day I'm taking the hat off my head Givin respect to the dead, and avoid havin the same thing said about me, Xzibit stand
is tripping, I need a place to stay" she's talking to me like I got no brain Cause of that sisqo, or cuz I'm insane Brotha Lynch's been through the same
straight set up shop. As Arthur McDuffie was being beat to death by four white cops this world was about to face the music. Between the El Mariel and the 1980 riots
: [*whispers*] Feel the funk blast.. Feel the funk blast.. FEEL THE THE FUNK BLAST!! FEEL THE FUNK BLAST!!! A-FEEL THE FUNK BLAST!! Yo, yo, yo, yo,