go home Home, back with our love We should never be strangers You should never pass me on the street Remember me please Remember me please Now it's time to go home Home
You let me sleep to dream You let me wake up first I believe in you and that will never change But I must turn away Now it's time to go home Home, back
Übersetzung: Will Young. Startseite.
last You let me sleep to dream You let me wake up first I believe in you and that will never change But I must turn away Now it's time to go home Home
: welcome home welcome son I will let you down, I will let you down can you hear this sound? do you hear them cry? you?ve been left outside tonight
in the Clara, V.L., the shit in between Bout green can't forget about Josephine Know what I mean? Don't get caught in none of those areas Or six people will
: [B.G.] Uptown is my home, thats where I do my dirt I either hurt or get hurt It's me or you on that shirt Cant let no nigga fix me Cant let no nigga
m lookin' at their young little meat She might be five - she might be ten I'll take her home and slip it in Young little piece of meat You're the youngest
why?) Cause I got hit the last time I left mom at home My hand bling full of platinum the shine is chrome He even got closet space inside of my home He
[?] G-UNIT [Verse 1: Young Buck] We on the front page then we in the Bahamas with AK's on the stage, the ice and the Jacob watch will make a broke nigga
: (feat. 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Game & Young Buck) [50 Cent:] In my hood when you young You tuck and handle your biz nigga Coming from where I'm from
fly AMBER Watch me fly GIRLS Hey, mama, say mama PENNY Someday i will meet a man You won't condemn AMBER And we will have some kids And
by the deep blue see A village from another time Awakens with the misty dawn This is my home my mind shows me The home that I will never see Small houses
: How many more Saturday nights do you have left to run free? You got your women waiting outside, when will you go make her complete? You see a burden
a rhyme'll blaze You'll feel the fire from the niggaz in my younger days So many changed on me, so many tried to plot That I keep a glock beside my head, when will
: [Verse One:] When I was young me and my mama had beef Seventeen years old kicked out on the streets Though back at the time, I never thought I'd see
us We ain't got shit to lose Feel like we ballin' if we got a new pair of tennis shoes In the ghetto or better yet home sweet home This is the land of
'm loyal to the game) That could get in my way and I'll blow out your brain {Verse 2: Young Buck} Possessed by the streets you can't tell me that this ain't home