and this is where I want to be then this is where I go Everybody feels better look inside and see a radio, a radio Everybody feels better with security I know the feeling
Übersetzung: Men Without Hats. Security (Jeder fühlt sich besser mit).
, core, and the animals stick with us. B go with fire, entangle the body, the brain, and security, visual forces are Not with us, why? And the timing
off, you can ask'em Leo Owen the president of island I'm at a business meeting with him looking at him I'm smiling I just up with the stab and he kicked
admit I'm guilty But understand feel me I will ride filthy Cause niggas out there plotting to rob me and kill me Five hundred thousand every year spent on security
grind but get me losing off your mind shorty may i remind you that there aint another nigga who done been through what i been through time aftter time again you better
Some bullshit jewelry from canal and a 04 coupe The car coulda been better, for that to be the case the scar woulda been better Screw a vendetta, you show it you betta
you hiding? Im not hidin nuffin. Da reason why I got security code on da fone is cos I got bare celebrities on the fone. (mm, mm) If I lose my fone everybodys
it's hard Niggaz with knowledge is more dangerous than than niggaz with guns They make the guns easy to get and try to keep niggaz dumb Target the gangs and graffiti with
card to kenell Paul better call me, like he called Benzino Matter o' fact, I might even do a song with Ray Sign with Murder Inc. and hit you with a song
blood I drive with my lights off all through the neighborhood But it's so hard to sneak because of the muffler I hate that fucker I did a song with
t you get tired - Tired of being everybody's dick? Hey you! Don't you feel sick of - Sick of playing the target for their kicks? Hey you! Don't you feel
there's all this social doctrine that says, you know, that the infinite God, with all this expression, who created every single one of us, absolutely different, on purpose, wants everybody
service to the rulers. * How can I feel anger towards the squaddy? Weighed down with his guns and inadequacies I can feel only pity and bellied compassion
want to deal with my past I choose memory block to stop, how I feel don't want to be Real with it, run from reality in attempts to deal with it But
they got they eyes on you Word up, everybody doin' time Minimum, medium, maximum Super maximum security concentration camps All the ryders we right there with
my bootie, with disco in her soul. So much for indecision, so quick did she decide, the temptress with her doors open inviting me inside. "I want to take you home with
