Lifted up Reflective in returning love you sing Errant days filled me Fed me illusion's gate In temperate stream Welled up within me A hunger un-curbed
Übersetzung: DC Talk. New Grass 9 46.
Übersetzung: Talk Talk. New Grass (9 46).
Lifted up Reflective in returning love you sing Errant days filled me Fed me illusion's gate In temperate stream Welled up within me A hunger uncurbed
: [Talking] Ya'll niggas wanna get high, well we gonna get high then This shit right here is drugs, ya'll for sell baby 50 Cent uh, take it how you wanna
edge of your seat, get on down [Dr. Dre] Time's up, game's over, you lose, I win Bout to show these knuckleheads how to do this here Ooh yeah, new year
her health so it didn't hurt When she started dropping pills in her blue grass skirt Then she twist and dip and do the flip-flop slide She drifts away (Talk talk
stone But maybe I am being far too gloomy Yes, maybe I'll make waves in pastures new Find goverment and politics come to me As naturally as I now talk
on the edge of your seat Get on down [Dr. Dre] Times up, games over, you lose, I win 'bout to show these knuckleheads how to do this here Ooh yeah, new
standin outside of your buildin; screamin, "Puffy is good, (HEY!) but Slim Shady is for the children!" (WAIT!) I look at my life in a new light -- fuck
down [Verse 1] [Dr. Dre] Time's up game's over you lose I win Bout to show these knuckleheads how to do this here Ooh yea new year next phase begin
the rap J.F.K., you wanna pass for my Jaqueline Onassis Then, hop ya ass out that S-class Lay back in that Maybach, roll the best grass, I ask Have you
claim they're down But when I was broke and down I never seen them around All the shit we talked, all the shit we dreamed I did it without you...got a brand new
, stream of fire I drain the tires screechin' off next to a corpse in the streets of New York The dead corpse get up and talk Warnin' me off the brothers
to the acrobat And they're training their kids Yeah. Now the jailhouse was empty All the criminals were gone The gate was left wide open And a buck and fawn Were eating grass
is the cousin of death Beyond the walls of intelligence, life is defined I think of crime when I'm in a New York state of mind ("New York state of mine
lil' dogs better learn some new tricks And you video directors better find some new chicks Watch this, man I got this, Hot Nikks Mean gob spit when I talk
