Intro:. [willie d of geto boys]. Still going. Yeah, here we go again. We bout to roll on some motherfuckers. G.B. rap-a-lot mafia. Recognize the mob nigga.
Damn it feels good to be a gangsta. . Verse 1. . Damn it feels good to be a gangsta. A real gangsta-ass nigga plays his cards right. A real gangsta-ass nigga never runs his fuckin mouth.
I'm a black man with a gun in my hand, I ain't got no job, no money to spend. I never meant for things to be like this, but let me tell you man. It's just the way it is: One of them "have-nots" lookin' for to cover my needs.
Trust you to stand before me like an angel. All dressed in sweet conceit, though I can't see it. I'm running around in circles, but still I can't understand.
I saw you rushin' down the street. People were pushin' in the heat. Well, I was stuck behind the wheel. I guess y'all know how it feels. Well, I was tryin' to keep your pace.
(English: The Fine Line). Words and Music by Per Gessle. Published by Music For Money/Inhouse Music. Det finns et band mellan far och son / En trd som knyter land vid hav.
(English: The Lonely Beach). Words and Music by John Holm. Published by Warner/Chappell Music Scandinavia AB. Sommaren dr / det r drfr / jag r ledsen ikvll / Sommaren dr /.
(English: The Best Time). Words and Music by Per Gessle. Recorded at Torsgatan, Halmstad, Sweden in May 1984. Engineered by Per Gessle. Published by Jimmy Fun Music.
(English: The Best Time). Words and Music by Per Gessle. Recorded at Torsgatan, Halmstad, Sweden in May 1984. Engineered by Per Gessle. Published by Jimmy Fun Music.
Don't you ever take your love from me. Don't you ever go away. . Don't you ever take your love from me. 'Cause it's with you I wanna stay. . If you do, I know just what I'll do, I'll be ever blue.
Gerry and the Pacemakers. Don't Let The Sun Catch You Crying. . Don't let the sun catch you crying. The night's the time for all your tears. Your heart may be broken tonight but tomorrow in the morning light....
You walk to the temple on the boulevard. You know the way in 'cause you're the son of God. She opens the door with a sardonic glance. You drop to the floor making your plans.
You're quiet, i cant hear you. you don't speak, nothings coming through. . Don't shut up, Don't shut up, shut up. x4. Don't shut up tell me something, you bite your tongue now its bleeding.
Sally's working at the dunk n dine. Say's she hates but she has a good time. Come in to work drunk on wine. Hash browns and coffee make a man feel fine.
Baby, started talking crazy. Crazy like from a dream. I'm pointing a finger right at you. And I said baby, "What in the hell. Is that supposed to mean?".
Well, I listen for your footsteps. Comin' up the drive. Well, I listen for your footsteps. But they don't arrive. . Just a waitin' for your knockin'. On my own front door.
The "no smoking" light's on. The captain comes on the phone. If we start to fall, it won't bother me at all. Just plant my bones deep in the heart of dixie, yeah.
Don't let this dream stop, it feels so right. Nothing means nothing when the dark turns light. Let me wander crazy and stumble back through the night.
Stuffed my heart in a bag and I slammed the back door. If I get home, it'd be a home no more. Took off runnin' in the middle of the night. I was aimed for anything that felt half right.
Boy of mine boy of mine although my heart was aching. I seem to know you'd want to go pride in your manhood waking. I'll be here waiting dear till at the glad dawn's breaking.