the door. Stupid people, where you gonna go stupid people, don't you have a soul, stupid people where you gonna go, go, go, never want to see, people
the door. Stupid people, where you gonna go stupid people, don?t you have a soul, stupid people where you gonna go, go, go, never want to see, people
Übersetzung: Gesprochen. Stupid People.
out the door. Stupid people, where you gonna go stupid people, don?t you have a soul, stupid people where you gonna go, go, go, never want to see, people
: There's a Spanish train that runs between Guadalquivir and old Saville, And at dead of night the whistle blows, and people hear she's running still
for the deal to go down Thinking, "Damn, how did I ever get mixed up with this clown?", because I'm [Chorus x2] Ice, people spend they whole lives trying to chase me Ice, people
: Where are all these stupid people from and how did they get to be so dumb Bred on purple mountain range Feed amber waves of grains To lesser human
Dropped out of school and he joins the neighborhood gang Hangin on the streets sellin caine To his own people Now when I say people I mean color You a stupid
My Mind, Hey Mickey, Hey Mickey,Mickey,Mickey,Mickey!) [Verse 2: Sweet Mickey] I Am The Ladies Man With The Peoples Band Every Time The Dj Play Us People
, yeah, funeral home Take the brick got the casket yeah ... How you want it, the more the merrier Long ... been touched like the virgin mary Got that bullshit ... If you people
Where are all the stupid people from? And how'd they get to be so dumb? Bred on purple mountain range Feed amber waves of grains To lesser human beings
gettin' stupid Once again you got the sound of the Underground Baby Dope is in the house Boy, yea, are we puttin' things in check, Baby D? Too stupid
Sorry people, party people This ain't kids' music Nope, this is violence (Violence, violence) This is violence (Violence) Violence Grip to it, kick to it Fuck that, spit to it Sorry people
is no relief from It's only 12,000 miles to heaven but the car is broken and we're all well-spoken I've met three people but I don't think they like
Writing in the grave of the polls Cryin' for Senator Wellstone and then proceeding to moan At our own supposed sabotage of the elections at home "Oh somebody phone home The American people have spoken
up, I bust a verse, he sits back down I wrote a epic, I hope you accept it Fly stupid rhymes I composed and perfected I'm down with some people that
