Ai no, ai no, corrida. Ai no, ai no, corrida. . I hold you, I touch you. In a maze can't find my way. I think you, I drink you. I'm being served you on a tray.
How do I tell I'm not dreaming. When do I know that it's true. Why is the heartache not healin'. I can't shake this feelin'. When I'm thinking of you.
A million ways to show that I love you. I'm gonna try every one. A million ways to show I think of you. I've just begun. . Took a long time to realize.
I was born by the river in a little tent. And just like the river. I've been runnin' ever since. It's been a long, long time comin'. But I know, a change is gonna come.
When I want you in my arms. When I want you and your charms. Whenever I want you all I have to do is dream. Dream, dream, dream. . When I feel blue in the night.
Yo Dre man, I take this bitch out to the movies. An' shit man we're kissin', an' grindin', an' shit. So we hop in the back seat, you know man. This bitch rubbin' all over my dick and frontin'.
Police:Ok niggas you got one call. . Easy-E:aint that a bitch you fat mother fucker let me call my home boy and get. us out 7,3,9,6,6 god damn i hope this nigga at home.Hello EZE:hey whats up.
Police: Ok niggas you got one call. . Easy-E: aint that a bitch you fat mother fucker let me call my home boy and get. Us out 7, 3, 9, 6, 6 god damn i hope this nigga at home.Hello EZE: hey what's up.
What you want is an unexpected approach. That may delay a suspect's awareness of your presence. Until you have a chance to assess. The situation you are confronted.
I got a taste for waste and a taste and a blood. Murder, I heard her when she screamed the drop. 'Coz her son caught the slug. Relate this to no choice.
I got a taste for waste and a taste and a blood. Murder I heard her when she screamed the "Drop!". 'cause it's on part of slung. Relate this to no choice.
The year is 1991, N.W.A. back on the streets, yo. Takin' out all you commercialized suckers. And we on this laid back track. And we doin' this, well kinda smooth.
[Eazy E]. Oh shit. I guess there's one less bitch you gotta worry about.. . [Narrator]. Let's describe a certain female. A female with the disease of character.
You never wondered how witches fly. Hobgoblins chant in the dead of the night. Ogres and fairies read their textbooks of blood. While Christians ponder a vengeful God.
There is a house upon the hill. From which this story is told. A tale of human cannibals. Brought into the fold. One cold and stormy night. When the asylum did not lock.
Through the Heavens above in the azure sky. It is my mission to watch them die. Since days of old all I want. Is to gather their wings on this Angelhunt.
Skin of the holy. Caressing my soul. Martyrs of the dead. Destroying the old. . Altar of the Dead. . Caskets of bone. Crosses of flesh. God will bleed.