Не родной, но всё же мой город, Да, я молод, но здесь уже навидался многого. Город, где курят ради перерыва на работе, Употребляют, дабы следовать моде
, замечают: "Глаза - похожи на папу" Но если неприятности коснутся Ему лишь только стоит улыбнуться Мой родной сынок Мой родной сынок Мой родной сынок
Куплет Скажи мне мама, почему я не такой как все?, Почему вечно в облаках живу, словно во сне, Я не знаю сам, с кого взял такую привычку, Но ты была
Как все беспомощные люди этой белой дыры Которые работая не получали от государства дары К этой массе относились и мои родители Припев: Город в снегу Мой родной
I've been walking in the same way as I did And missing out the cracks in the pavement And tutting my heel and strutting my feet "Is there anything I can
The sun is comin' up and I'm just goin' down Everywhere I look the world keeps turnin' 'round Though I said, I never would be satisfied Oh baby, I lied
finally famous nig west side east side south side north side d-town (boiiiii) put on put on the city the city i like it in the city the city the city
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I was eight years old and running with a dime in my hand Into the bus stop to pick up a paper for my old man I'd sit on his lap in that big old Buick
Brandy, Dark Child Mase Kid Harlem on the rise Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on I went from Helly Hanson to many mansions To girls in Aruba
Baby, can't wait, baby, gotta go Got do a number on the late night show Do a little song, do a little dance Gonna make the best of her big chance Don
Years ago in my hometown I was a headstrong girl and a heart strong one We'd ride all summer with the top rolled down Through the sleepy streets of that
Well, I just stepped off the plane Both feet on the ground Yes, I can't complain Yeah! Be.... My friends standin' there Come to welcome me Nothin
Tonight my heart is beatin' low and my head is bowed You've been seen with my best friend on the other side of town I don't mind this waitin', don't mind
Well, it's four o'clock in the mornin' An' I'm knockin' on her door She said she's tired of me Don't want me here no more She said, "Stop your pissin
In a smoky room Could have been a devil's tomb Ninety miles east of L.A. Feeling desperate and cold Barely nineteen years old Searching for the light
Well I'm sitting here this evening I've got some old friends on my mind, yeah I do Yeah, me and Slick and Davy saluting Mr. Daniels For the very first
Stand and rise and before your eyes The lions will appear And when they do they'll be filling you With all the lies you will need to hear Mr. politician
