desert night There was a thousand starry ships And men came down from still I don't know where With death on their fingertips Now there's no more kings
Prijevod: Springsteen, Bruce. Evakuacija Zapada (aka nema više kraljeva u Teksasu).
Prijevod: Springsteen, Bruce. Evakuacija Zapada (aka nema više kraljeva InTexas).
just laugh at us But we was getting views so hatters got mad at us We were coming up fast, Nigga I had more dates then a callender Y.b.e, There ain't no more But King K
enough of you Wipe that smile off your f**king face, (then I say to you) Wipe that smile off your face (then I say to you) Wipe that smile off your f**king
guns, all my women Next two years, I should see about a billion All for the love of drug dealin Got no love for the other side, f**k them tricks (f**k
the concert I'mma need to see your fuckin' hands The best living or dead, hands down, huh? Less talk, more head right now, huh? And my eyes more red
Zora and Rooster under peach tree They K-I-SS-I-N-G Wow, first came he love Now then comes the marriage One baby, two baby, three baby carriage baby
much props Because I roll with the hardcore G Every street's the same street to me I don't bullshit, I don't quit writin' a rhyme fit K K K pray each
King J.= Ice-T] [Savon = Ice Cube] [Raymond = Bruce A. Young] [Opening Dialogue: a quote from 1992 St. Louis Trespass Movie] [King James] Yo Savon, you
it hot, I go through All of this half of which woulda broke you Came out smelling like a rose even more true Worldwide, bi-coastal, global Niggas I respect miss it more
in a red, she said she 200 thou on a chain, I don't need a piece That banana clip, let ya ? speak Dark shades, Eazy E Five letters, YMCMB F**k that N*gga, f**k
for a visa I just begun, I'ma shoot them one by one Got five sides to me somethin' like a pentagon Strike with the forces of King Solomon Lettin' bygone
Right back up with the bunnies and Henn Gettin that hunny with the peaches and cream Not a main thing, but a one night flang Do my thug things, livin' off the King
much you got? [Wish] I got about two hundred dog, what's happening'? [Dealer] I got you weed though [Wish] Man this ain't no damn chronic! What the f**k
] Nigga we doin this shit from Cleveland to LA nigga whatever you niggas want we bringing it Thug Luv nigga what time is it yo I don't give a f**k
Original That bullshit I heard on your disc was pitiful I'm critical-nigga I ride around and housin' My records doin' millions you barely clock a hundred Thousand I clock more dough plus do more
the game to go sit back in the crowd Teacher told me get a job, save up for a 401(k) Man I'd rather be young and shit, countin' $401k. I'd rather die
