and be hypnotized Don't shut the gate Investigate for correction Single out a selection Settle all apprehension Slam, shut, shut, shut Shut, shut, shut
be hypnotised Don't shut the gate Investigate for correction Single out a selection Settle all apprehension [Chorus] SLAM, SHUT, SHUT, SHUT, SHUT, SHUT, SHUT
Übersetzung: The Living End. Nicht Shut The Gate.
ice on your wrist don't make you thug cause a bitch is sucking your dick on your skit you ain't thug bandanas and bad grammer don't make you thug sucker
' on yourself it don't matter Dead weight, the bed waits for you on the set date Dreams gone instead fate didn't hesitate To put you away, close the gates
sign, beware of animals A fuckin wild habitat My living room is the wilderness with spots on My carpet Practicing my gun targets Virtual reality is a rough end
do Enough about me, man, what the *** about you? Top dog, cat's don't know Can't *** with the flow from Y.O. Ridin' too much ***, say it ain't so I'
be the player that I be once again call me The capital t-e-c pimpin' hoes tighter then a nigga Rollin' opitomes, so won't ya holla if ya see me nigga Don't
of the sermon said A prayer for the dead, don't play with the dead Don't try to comprehend what's going on You can't understand, please don't understand
on your wrist don't make you thug 'Cause a bitch is sucking your dick on your skit you ain't thug Bandannas and bad grammar don't make you thug Sucker
'all love it You ain't even seen the best of it (nope) Don't play wit'cha life nigga cause I'll add a -less at the end of it Sell lives and y'all lie
the real motherfuckers alive Verse 1 (sam) : Intentions to leave a coarse, remourse is extinct Niggas murder and lust the course we own is mislink The pack we don't
friend) I don't march like Beetle Bailey through a quick trend (trend) I don't frequent church's steeples on my weekend (end) And I don't comment if you
I've just returned from a long round trip Many tales I have to tell. Now I don't get high, so you think I'm not hip But I've seen the gates of Hell. How
Pissin on yourself it don't matter Dead weight, the bed waits for you on the set date Dreams gone instead fate didn't hesitate to put you away, close the gates
get the hype in - early! [Chorus] [DMX] Top, dog, cat's don't, know (WHAT!) Can't fuck with the flow from Y.O. (WHAT!) Ridin too much dick, say it ain't
I've just returned from a long round trip Many tales I have to tell Now I don't get high so you think I'm not hip But I've seen the gates of Hell How
