What is running through my head Comes running to my head Comes running to my head, comes.... I love you Nothing, nothing's gonna change, No nothing
sag mir nicht, dass der Sound zu laut ist. Nick einfach mit dem Kopf und dann lass mich ziehn, denn ich hab business zu tun, if you know what I mean.
down that same road? Grab those gloves and jacket, gonna freeze behind that window. Hey, what's that sound? Ice or ground? I think you better slow down. And what
: [sound of woman being fucked] [Verse 1: Brother Marquis] When the party's over, we can get together, Go to my house and fuck forever, And do whatever
shine And ride on em', leave em' stuck and fucked from the gate Set it straight, regulate wit' a bomb I'm about to detonate (Boom!) Hesitate, aww, now you know what
come to To see what this life's supposed to be like Nigga you'll start to see riches, fine bitches and hitting switches Shit To me that shit sound
Do you want me what's your phone number, I get around Cali Love to my true Thugs, picture me now Still down for that Death Row sound, searchin for paydays
I ain't never had no spot or went hand to hand Me, I don't know nothin 'bout takin the stand I ain't never got a nigga ass stuck in the can Nah, I don
Jadakiss' "They Ain't Ready") [Intro - 50 Cent talking] Uh, yeah, G-Unit, uh, yeah 50 Cent, uh, yo [Chorus 1 - 50 Cent, imitating Timbaland] Timbaland sounds
than what I've got It's all I have to please you Break a little piece of what you want Bite back the hand the feeds you Take a little more than what
members brawl out Whenever whatever, never say never, yes we goin all out We stuck with a plan, them Thugstas boys made it Now we keep 'em stuck in a
: [Layzie] Now see I'm cockrrring up my nine I'm poprrring in the clip and cap And let you know what's really happening With that son of an assassin (
: (Choose your own adventureeeeeee!) [Intro: Classified - talking (Martin Finch)] Martin Finch (What's up man? What are you doin here?) What are YOU
can stand with my head stuck under the sand I'll start before I can stop before I see thing the right way up all that noise, all that sound all
Fillin out the cards to your eulogy Murder that ass, send my regards to your family, fuck it That's what niggaz get for fuckin with this maniac depressive
heads to the ground I hear a very gentle sound Very near Yet very far Very soft Yet very clear Come today Come today What have they done to the earth? What