That's it, turn the page on the day, walk away 'Cause they're sensing what I say I'm 45th generation Roman But I don't know 'em or care when I'm spitting
Übersetzung: The Streets. Turn The Page.
That's it Turn the page on the day, walk away 'Cause they're sensing what I say I'm 45th generation Roman But I don't know 'em Or care when I'm spitting
: Mary cries out: "for the love of God" As she's walking out of the laundromat Down the street and it's the short way home Feeling special cause she'
a snake pit But our communication Is telepathy What you give is what you get Out of us naturally And we can wait 'til the shadow grows long And turn the page
only get there one step at a time. I'm listening to Neil Young, I gotta turn up the sound Someone's always yelling turn it down Feel like I'm drifting
Elizabeth Street And a lonesome bell tone in that valley of stone where she bathed in a stream of pure heat. Her father would emphasize you got to be more than street
Written by Jimmy Page/Robert Plant] [From the album "Physical Graffiti" - 1975] [Instrumental] [II. Achilles Last Stand] [Written by Jimmy Page/Robert
respect you And leave Hip-Hop alone. Go! - Promote wack rap! [Verse 1:] When I turn on the radio - I get nauseous Annoy your commercial garbage, And make sure I turn
: (feat. Xzibit) [Eminem:] You turn that beat up [Verse 1: Eminem] My music is constantly provin' That it can put you in the mood To jump out of ya
choice is made 'Cause playful hearts Can sometimes be enraged You know I tried to wake you I mean how long could it take you To open up your eyes and turn the page
get the fuck out of here (yeah right) This bitch dimmed the lights (nigga, spend the night) Bust a quick nut, got to fuck up and gat on Cos this the same street
witchdoctor say, "i'll turn you into a toadstool" i'm looking for the joke with a microscope my muscle's twitching on your words if you're on the streets
But word out on the streets is that you robbin' mad peep's And now it's getting bad to worse because it's getting too far From front page to stolen cars
" with "expect the unexpected"] [Chorus x2] [Outro: Hell Razah] The final saga of the street operas, of the street operas The final saga of the street
Daddy Rose] Holy scriptures, the state's prosecutors study Leonardo's pictures All fraud from the renaissance age Unfold the page, Golden Gates turn to
Turn it up, hungry for the medicine, two fisted to the very end No more treated like aliens, we're not gonna take it No lies, no more alibis, turn
: The people at the label say they want something to repeat But all my people really want something for the streets So keep hooking Hey ya'll what's
