Look at all of this that surrounds hope is that is will carry through what lies ahead and beyond what we see now just take a look around just look at
Übersetzung: Die Evens. Sara Lee.
' Yola on these streets, what'you say son? [Esham] Sitting down in a weight house, countin' the bricks Duncan-Hines, Betty Crocker, all in the mix Sara Lee
, I'm starving I'm hungry, I'm hungry In the morning and the night [x2:] Make me a sandwich girl instead With Sara Lee wheat bread I like it till my
will I see you again? Sarah Lee, can't you see Why I'm cryin' like a child? You had your fun but what you've done Made me mad and drove me wild Sarah Lee
in '84 Every show, a hundred thousand people or more Famous still give us tours and we be tryin' not to take 'em all I bake 'em all quicker than Sara Lee
Too animalistic Bob and Coozy are sitting on the couch She wants to eat, the Cooze ain't no slouch She says come on baby, I want a Sara Lee up my crack
time a country awards show comes on my TV I'm forced to put up with some choreography I really like She*Daisy and Sara Evans is mighty fine But I prefer
Dirty Al Jennifer Henry, and Kelly too, out in San Fransisco Lisa Johnson in Austin, Tonto, Jimmy Carl Black, mmm Ah, Marcado Carebea in Austin Thanks alot Lee
Al, Jennifer Henry And Kelly too out in San Fransisco Lisa Johnson in Austin, Tonto, Jimmy Carl Black, M Ah, Marcado Carebea in Austin Thanks a lot Lee
used to be about the same drama games That's why I'm two steps ahead of all you, gutter brains You know the name Mia X the biggest momma Ghetto Sara Lee
house out I used to be about the same drama game That's why I'm two steps ahead of you gutter brains You know the name mia x the biggest momma Ghetto sara lee
never trust a bitch, I blame Lorena Bobbitt Niggaz stay in pocket, I know you're mad at me But shit ain't all peaches and cream, and I ain't Sara Lee
a millionaire out of Mr. Frito-Lay Make a tub o' shit outta me And all them crumb-cakes I been eating lately I shoulda bought stock in Sara Lee
tale, a myth, it's a musical uplift And I'm the wrong one to mess with I roll on rappers like a cherokee, bake 'em up merrily Just like the cooks at sara lee
sacramento They danced right through the night and into the day Remaining strictly incognito He drove her home in the sunlight of morning He held her close in the car But fourteen year old sara lee
Movin' Yola on these streets, what'you say son? [Esham] Sitting down in a weight house, countin' the bricks Duncan-Hines, Betty Crocker, all in the mix Sara Lee
