Translation: Silke Bischoff. Blue Moon.
: (I. Mills & C. Friend) I got a feeling called the blues oh Lord Since my baby said goodbye And Lord I don't know what I'll do All I do is sit and
(I. Mills & C. Friend) I got a feeling called the blues oh Lord Since my baby said goodbye And Lord I don't know what I'll do All I do is sit and cry
Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh Been around the whole world, still ain't seen Nothin' like my neighborhood Out of all of the fancy satin and silk My
Orleans, right? Right, when we touch down in Cleveland, yeah I'ma have my phone turned on so if you need me hit me Use the code black or blue? I'ma use
manure Time for the young to stick together now I bet you sleep at night in silk sheets And a clean mind While killers roam the streets' In numbers dressed in blue
velvet climbing ivy Painted all mahogany I'd never leave if it were up to me If it were up to me With a starry brush Paint the dusk venetian blue 'Cause
can't rock like that My music flows like Domino's I pimp these hoes that's how it goes Tenders on my beeper all day and night I'm a true Blue Player
40 hours a spade is still a spade, a collar is still a collar whether it be blue or white its still around your neck, the silk leash nice and tight your
of those gangsta hits Niggaz wanna get busy with the ultimate Fools get real, yo I?m representin' the Hill With chips and clips and tons of blue steel
, diamond rings Don?t mean a thing All I care about is love That?s what I?m here for I don?t care for wearin? silk cravats Ruby studs, satin spats Don
I chose the Black Power, extra fly joint for mocha to yellow paper And you know I don't delay Together with my honey like silk to sew We grow and take
mansion rooms, wall to wall with handsome goons Half-naked bitches dancin' to tunes (Uh-huh) Marble floor to the terrace nigga, glance at the moon Play the jacuzzi 'til your hands get blue
of fact, Icy Mike 'cause he was cold on them hoes We was east coast niggas headin' west I was rollin' shotgun, coolin' with my man fresh Wes The royal blue
some shit that I can't get out of [Verse 2 Raekwon The Chef] Come on Bags of money Trying to stay rich and fly Keep it cool, silks and dungarees Krug
full moon glows, light reflects off of my gold Seven men with shields of david on top of they post Soft wind blows, breath through my silk blue robe After
to suck you down to the abyss With the lure of pure bliss if you kiss the dicks of the niggaz? Never, Nosferatu's, those witches and warlocks in blue
