[Originally by Jean Chapel and Bob Jennings]. . Lay some happiness on me. show the brighter side you'll see. No more loneliness to be. lay some happiness on me.
(Chorus). -Do you ever wonder wats out there?. -Who does what, and why the truth isnt here?. -Where that guy go? Black monte carlo. -They stalkin my moves, but imma bring u da truth dawg.
There's so much that i don't understand. So i lay awake and analyze the night. I have popped every pock, picked at every scab.. The levels aren't hot enough.
(Chorus). =This is my way, this is my way. =Criminal mastermind, I dont play. =North hollywood this faithful day. =Dont care what crime, long as im paid.
I know you like making out. But there's a time and place for everything. . I know you like getting high. But you know what they say about everyday. . I know you like picking fights.
The following is a story of how the North Hollywood Shootout. Would have taken place if the criminal mastermind X was introduced..... . (Chorus). =This is my way, this is my way.
(Chorus). K-I-N-6-X. Da newest of all these oldschool artists. K-I-N-6-X. When I aim for somethin, i shalt never miss. K-I-N-6-X. Ever look into my eyes, im a really nice guy.
Hands down I know that there is hope. Just spend this time alone. I wrote this down, it must be true. There's no release we can't provide. We understand every chemical inside.
(laugh) its da X man!. Expected by all, competed by none. I release to all my fans, haters, whatever.. Cash Up. Lets bust it come on... (laugh). . (Chorus).
(Chorus). -Who them boys steady keeping shit raw and rough? -You know its (Black and Royal x3). -When you see me twist the fingers niggas know whats up.
Guter Mond, du gehst so stille durch die Abendwolken hin.. Bist so ruhig, und ich fühle, daß ich ohne Ruhe bin.. Traurig folgen meine Blicke deiner stillen Himmelsbahn..
I don't need it at the foot of my bed anymore. And invitations of friends are howling wolves at the door. We're bent backs at the bar, we see them slide in from afar.
Dan and I got stoned. On my porch the day your ashes hit the river. I considered irony. I couldn't quite think of any word. "B" thinks I should write you a letter.
mese musango ndiona Ndaka tyoka pachikona. Kutsvaga Cash chete ndozvandino gona. Mazuva ose pando muka ndinege ndiri pai kubva top kusvika down ndichitsvaga life ...........x2.
He calls me nearly every day with what he's thinking. He calls me 'cause his world is cruel. 'Cause I am cruel. He calls me and sex almost always comes up.