: I tried to be the one I tried to give you what you need I thought we had it all but I couldn't really see I should have been there before Yeah, cos
Übersetzung: Upper Street. The One.
I tried to be the one I tried to give you what you need I thought we had it all but I couldn't really see I should have been there before Yeah, cos'
: Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall. She sees the bartender in a pool of blood, Cries out, "My God
night, Eliza took me down To see the widow give Rain to the town. It's against the law To be a tonic man, But the widow knows She's got the upper hand
: There's a place your mother goes when everybody else is soundly sleeping Through the lights of beacon street And if you listen you can hear her weeping
this chest and I rest again peacefully (peacefully).. but at least have the decency in you to leave me alone, when you freaks see me out in the streets
Lo and behold, better than platinum or gold Yes God bless success, never forsake your soul Xzibit take control, locked loaded and ready to roll Play the upper
the shot of whiskey, So I don't have no regrets. Well, I've fallen drunk again: I guess she must have got to me. I don't need little little woman, Getting upper
it comes from problems That he had in the past Doesn't like Blacks Claims he's upper class Joined the police, got himself a badge Now he rolls the streets
and you'll see what I see HATE [Second Verse] Kick off da top lock and run in dat Get to the point Don't let him get the upper hand he's gamblin' with
Ty from Bed-stuy Had all the drug blocks locked on the westside Nickels and dimes, sellin drugs of all kinds But never seen on the streets in the day
all y'all haters blow dick I spits the game for those that throw bricks Money cash hoes money cash chicks what Sex murder and mayhem romance for the street
like the signs that the signmakers made So I'm going to steal out with my paint and brushes I'll change the directions, I'll hit every street It's the
pros I know won't wanna miss it Don't stop get it get it the world gets so little when you're rich Strut switch it up a bit strip stiff upper lip hookin
in To inform your friend Your boy from the hood Is on that shit again He has upped the degreese And dropped the mercury To splash on the mass And look to upper
wouldn?t mind a friend, the fellas back at home all trying to win. Moon keeps shinin? on bootleg bottles Cops in the street keep ya feet on the throttle
'm up in the club And these niggaz they wanna act tough 'Til they get plugged Watch them bullets go [bullet shot] Now you touched from a slug Huggin the streets
