I never played the games, fucked hoes and tricks. Niggaz think with they dick and get hit for licks. We mob for life, straight scarred for life. Space age 4 eva nigga fuck the hype.
Intro:. . I want you. I got to have you. But what will this lead to?. Will it just be me and you?. Tell me.... you know I want you. Tell me how you feel.....
[MJG]. I can make you get buck. Even if you don't go to the club that much. I got so much rhythm I can feel it. MJG and Eightball we the realest. Baby you can bill it to the P.O. box.
He, he, he, yeah. . What kind of nigga always run his mouth like a hoe?. Like his jaw got a battery, this nigga always know. Who got robbed, got shot, who got put on lock.
Awaken thou one eyed God. Rise again from the slumber!. Give us a touch of the elder strenght. Flowing in your veins. And give us again the courage to crush.
I Hordaland ska hrmenn fella blot. Mannablot te Herjans hr. Nidingverk e. Starkads bot. . Grimme gamle halvtrolls bane-brodd. Harde hirdmanns lodd. Starkads tt e.
Hørte du i Hafrsfjord hvor hardt de sloss der,. Storaettet konge og Kjotve den rike?. Knarrer kom øsfra, lystne på kapplek,. Med qapende kjefter og krot på staunen.
ich habe geträumt ich sei eingeschlafensprich einfach soguten gewissens die alte heut nich mein tag showals ich zu mir komme mag ich meiner netzhaut kaum glaubensteh ich mitten in einnem dreckigen dreieckigen raumwo neben barocker barhockern kaum gegenstände standenund alle leute ham die selben gelben regenmäntel anich bring diesen scherz vom friesennerz aus verlegenheitund sach ich mach von wegen tight die biege falls ihr nicht dagegen seidschleich mich langsam weil keiner antwortetbis mein tunnelblick die scheinbar handzahmen empfangsdamen ortetsie deuten auf eine tür hip hop hauptquartieroh gott wenn das rabauke hört und hoffentlich glaubt er mirich kriech durch enge gänge in der hoffnung ich halt es ausseh ein erstes bekanntes gesicht afrob altes hausich sach trägt man jetzt kraus siehst aus wie ne pusteblumeund merk wie ich die ohren richtung ferris husten zoomewie ich alles bekannte an mich... im sinne als saugnäpfeund ein geheimnis lüfte besser behütet als augäpfelda sitzen sie allealle die je wichtig warenmit lichten haaren melierten schläfen und auch noch richtig armvor schrottreifen geräten auf dem kalten steinund machen die derbste radioshow fürs hip hop altenheim.
Music: S. Drover, G. Drover. Lyrics: S. Drover. . Stranded amongst the highest mountain. Unseen by the human eye. Knowing our voices cannot be heard. As many soon will die.
[Music: S.Drover, G. Drover]. [Lyrics: S. Drover]. . Bleeding - the eyes of the dead. Mind led astray in a world filled with blood. Soul fueled by contempt.
Balled up - enter the pain. Fists of fury - the deafening blows. Ridiculed by drunken rage. Unleashing the beast within. . Repeated sickness - pray in vain - to be denied.
(Jan Eggum/Jan Eggum). S gtefulle r. med samme gode kvinne. Men en kjedelig vr kommer dagen man forstr. hverandre innerst inne. No vet hon alt om deg.
You were lurking in the dark. Seeking deep inside my heart. Winter cold was in your eyes. with the fire of the damned. . You walk to me between the crowd.
I don't know what I'm going to do,. Now that you say you're through,. Do I walk with my head held high?. Or do I cry?. Watch my tears run dry,. Stay up all night, thinking of you,.
Your ways. Tipping me over. Darkest woman. Taking all. . Your ways. Taking me over. bottom talked to the hook. . I'll let him. I'll fall. . You spend the night.
Memory, clothesline. Concrete and cockroaches crawl in my mind. I finally finished the prayer in my head. This small thought was fighting, it had to be said.
Trade my soul, I'd trade my soul. Give my like to that rock and roll. Down on my knees howlin' like a dog. Prayin' to my God, lookin' for the right road.
You said no but my heart said yes. I couldn't face the truth so I kept on lying. I love you but you don't love back. I couldn't deal with that so I kept on trying.
Se feliz. Autor: Aristteles Hidalgo. Interprete: Edward Agramonte (Edw). Arreglos: Henry Alzamora. Mezcla y produccin: Joy Garcia Music (Joy Garca). Gnero: House Music.
so seis horas eu sei, domingo. desperto, meu quarto escuro e no sei. de que lado a porta est. . so seis horas eu sei, domingo. teu nome acorda e comeo a sonhar.