[Hook] The moon is full, you can't fake that light No room to move, nah the space got tight Don't need no knife here, we break up fights Put your good
Messing with the big Texas Hold 'Em Fools think I'm rich now, I'm always on the road and I no longer play this as much, think I lost touch What's the
[Verse 1] When I was five years old I used to hear funk and soul Being played out my pop's hi-fi stereo Looking at the photos, buggin on the names With
era solo un sogno suono lontano suono di naso e metallo fragore di treno sugli scali telegrafo che scarica sillabe incomprensibili il frusciare di una
Don't pretend that I ever meant anything to you That you ever meant anything you said And I won't pretend that I'll ever be able to forgive That I'll
Mother died when I was born, all her insides ripped and torn Father hates the sight of me - I'm an oddity! I'm the ugly hidden son kept away from everyone
Lying rigid on a table trying to move, I am not able On my face a blood stained cloth I am dead but I am so pissed off I will possess my shroud take
Translation: In Skull. Rigor Mortis.
Translation: Shocked Michelle. Family Ties.
prima era solo un sogno suono lontano suono di naso e metallo fragore di treno sugli scali telegrafo che scarica sillabe incomprensibili il frusciare di
: [B-Real]: I neva rapped on an R&B record, and I neva will, I got these phoney muthafuckas, talk about lets keep it real, But, they don't know how to
(feat. Stage One, St. Paul Slim, Muja Messiah, YZ, Brother Ali, Toki Wright, Blueprint) [Verse 1 - Stage One] They call me Bad Lieutenant when my eyes
Hahaha, yo did you see that? Yo she pushed her cart right into that Escalade Hahaha [Hook] Women at the bar want to be a star Stop her on the street
[Hook:] The moon is full, you can't fake that light No room to move, nah the space got tight Don't need no knife here, we break up fights Put your good
I never really understood a man's jewellery You soon to see me on some Karaoke super freak With a peace sign sweater and some Hammer pants Windows up
And then he asked me if he could bring her over to my house And I'm like "What, are you going to fuck her in my den?" Get it to get her [X4] [Verse
[Slug:] Oh they don't know nothing about no hip-hop Look at 'em, look at 'em man Little suburban fucks What the fuck you doin at yo shows homie Don'
(feat. Cuts by DJ Plain Ol' Bill) [Verse 1:] When I was five years old I used to hear funk and soul Being played out my pop's hi-fi stereo Looking at