I know, oh my, I know you're right, I know You're going down You're going down You're going down, huh huh, yes sir Yes sir, you're going down All right
I know, oh my, I know you're right, I know You're going down You're going down You're going down, huh huh, yes sir Yes sir you're going down All right
Übersetzung: Rolling Stones. Ich bin Going Down.
be I know, oh my, I know you're right, I know You're going down You're going down You're going down, huh huh, yes sir Yes sir you're going down All right
Every chick I fuck with is a dime I'm like Patty LaBelle, homie, I'm on my own Where I lay my hat is my home, I'm a rolling stone Cross my path I'll crush
: [Obie Trice] You don't see me in the hood, it's cause I'm doing this man Niggas, I'm still grinding (yeah), I still hearing those sirens I'm still
And charm the whistle off an evening train I give what I got until I got no more I take what I get until I even the score You know I love you and furthermore
There's a man going 'round calling names Ring down when you're ready, baby, I'm waiting for you I believe in the impossible, you know that I do
right. Don't gotta look in the mirror 'Cause I know that I'm tight. Right? I'm just here to have a hell of a night And I'm ready to get twisted Grab
as you thought I was am i? Heh.. I'm the American dream! I'm the definition of white trash balling, I'm right back on 'em, with the [scratches] I can
Trice] You don't see me in the hood It's cause I'm doing this man Niggas, I'm still grinding, (yeah...) I'm still hearing those sirens, I'm still getting
over the beat] Listen I am bad, I said I am bad I'm a bad man I'm so bad sometimes I's scare myself Sometimes I look in the mirror and want to kiss myself
ready to roll, I know you heard me! [Big Rich] Nigga it's on, so don't trip I'm down I got to saw ??? and I'm ready to claw Bless the nigga in the Face
: I think I'm going back to school Cause I'm tired of being a fool And I'm tired of playing it cool I think I'm going back to school I never understood
tell what train I'm on They won't know what route I'm going When I'm dead and in my grave No more good times here I crave Place the stones at my head
: Yep I've been on the cover of the Rolling Stone I met the president when I was half stoned I been so high I've gotten confused I been beat down