Übersetzung: Staring Back. Sechs Augen Too Far Away.
He?s in your dreams He whispers softly Day and night he?s talking Talking in your head You cannot eat but you can sleep Sleep the night away or hide
take me back to this moment i'll try to look away i could try your form of listening but that wont solve anything now i could scream but you're listening
: [Tupac] Staring at the world through my rearview Just looking back at the world, from another level yaknowhatImean? Starin... Multiple gunshots fill
register ring! - I'm the cash can! They make the hammers ring! - They on ya ass now! Hair trigger, stare nigga, yeah niggas'll flip! Six?, let it off
some wine, step on the block with the rocks But Willie be servin dem dummies see Gotta buck him on down if he come back talkin like gimme back me money
: There's a river runs through this valley Cold and deep and black Comin' like a tombstone shadow across my back (CHORUS) Trouble river, six foot high
are threatened by the strength of my weapon The speed of my bullets, you want to taste the heater I?ll pull it I?m a goon with the golden six-shooter
Who held a child upon his back A small boy by the hand The three of them were dressed in rags And thinner than air And all six eyes stared fixedly on
know You do not want to try this at home my novato (novice) This is niether the time or the place to get macho So crack a six pack, sit back with some
and get back down on your knees - c'mon Chorus 2X [Eminem - impersonating Snoop] Awww naww, big Slim Dogg Eighty pound balls, dick six inch long Back
balls My dick is long as it is hard, yeah so are my balls It's the longest yard, whoops that's not the chorus Run it back, wrong song, yeah disreguard
get liberally doused Miserable louts You made my home a target for terrorists And we created wealth and then we see you not sharing it You be staring
great, now let's give a hand To Mickey Clark and the Gangsta Fun Band! We'll be right back with Violent J [Announcer: (Playa hata:)] Do your homies have
up and breathe I can't go back cuz now I . . . I can't go back cuz now I . . . I can't go back cuz now I . . . If i think of what you'll be and let
now, my son? From the distant cabins in the sky where no man hears the sound Of death on earth from his own bombs, six pilots were shot down Next day six
: Her ghost is six or so feet tall And the lights in the house are dim His voice still echoes through the hall She can't get away from him I clear the
