white house Is not a blow job for the poor The rich man gets a suck off `Cause the president`s his whore Why so cold `Cause you`re blown This generation
blown away in the U.S.A. We're blown away every single day They can't stop it 'Cause they are buyin' Their rockets We're blown away in the U.S.A. Overseas
Übersetzung: Warrior Soul. Blown Away.
Übersetzung: Warrior Soul. Blown.
re blown away in the U.S.A. We're blown away every single day They can't stop it 'Cause they are buyin' Their rockets We're blown away in the U.S.A.
the white house Is not a blow job for the poor The rich man gets a suck off `Cause the president`s his whore Why so cold `Cause you`re blown This generation
tailor fitted my pain I got scriptures in my brain I could spit at yo dame Straight out the good book, look, niggas is shook Fifty fear no man, Warrior
You break bread with niggaz that owe you I can show you Slowly rollin like these nuts for most do Cookin it up just like it's soul food Fuck all y'all
: [singing] Krayzie Bone and the bone, with my mighty-mighty warriors With my mighty-mighty warriors [chorus] Cause this is all real, what you see I
thugz, more than thugz, more than thugz With just a little twist of harmony we smokin' lethal warriors We warriors, We warriors, we warriors [Layzie
was like a Stone around my neck I Entered the Soul of the Snake and Slept with the Armageddish Whore (but) without my Throne and my Weapons; Where Cold Winds Blow
and torso Bright blood spurts, the guts are loosed by the throw And with that axe the soul from body goes Said Jizmak, ?That was a heavy blow.? Beefcake
, I obey Death please release me! Take me far away from here. Where no sorrow touches you and love flows through your soul. [Chorus] Another broken warrior
old man ordered the Mr. Officer to stop the lock up The black orchestra, scuba divers in Nautica drownin' in the blood, road warriors don't budge I offer
looking at me anyway Yo Yo I know that I'm Hardcore Know how to start wars Know how to start yours in a fist fight Cause toughness is our floor Warriors
a 3-2-1 Here comes the rhythm of the warrior's dun Shut out the mind to the God Te-Hun As we begin with the warrior's flex Yeah! Fee to the Fi and Fo
But yo, they will never take me though, I had to go like Montana, licking, sniffing crazy blow Still I be Hard to Kill like Seagal Warrior built, big
get test me, you break bread with niggas that owe you, I can show you, slowly rollin like these cuts from old school, cookin it up just like its soul
