Songtexte:
The Other Two Cold Feet

: This girl I know has jet black eyes A peach-like skin and a crooked smile You see her face and you'll never forget her They say that beauty lies within

the books in the library, Ninety percent of 'em gotta be burned away. I investigated all the people that I knowed, Ninety-eight percent of them gotta go. The other two

two feet can't even move anymore first thought of leaving Until you say 'won't come back' Until i say 'serves you right' Take down your burden on this

lets go, nigga! [Hook: Stat Quo (Obie Trice)] This is for my bitches and my dogs gettin' cheddar fuck the law Stay on ya feet and never crawl STAY BOUT

dirt beneath their feet. [He sits down despairingly outside a house from which emerges the Bishop of Digne.] [BISHOP] Come in, Sir, for you are weary, And the night is cold

her out to San Luis Obispo But it's a trip though cause I'm a 20 Crip though I gotta lay low my homies wanna do low I got two strikes and I'm a get my

staring out at the bleakness of Megadon. City and sky become one, merging into a single plane, a vast sea of unbroken grey. The Twin Moons, just two

meet me at the Waldorf, the story 'n' architecture Victorian, ridin' in the past like you're drivin' a Delorean, hard times never heard of those, in the back, my feet

homies when I bring that cash in Never had my father in my life, he was a dead beat Moms worked two jobs and keep Jordans on my feet Now that I'm on,