In den dunklen Schattengassen einer gro?en reichen Stadt, steht ein junges bleiches Madchen, sanft mit Zugen still und glatt, rotes Haar in weichen Locken
its a leather jacket be careful thats a lot a lot of leather yeah its a jacket my mom did when i was young (x3) would you do it babe for me know be
Time 2:15, the AM Place Ronardo's "Boom-Boom-Room" on South Street I'm a hot blond and it was a cold night This is my story. I ain't ashamed to tell it
I don't wanna know your number, And I don't wanna know your name. I don't wanna know how good you are, 'Cause to me they're all the same. I walk the
(steve jones) Ooh, Well, he's all geared up, walkin' down the street I can see the slime, drippin' down his sleeve Well, you can't refuse and you just
Come over baby, come over here, sit down sit down I need to talk to you for a second baby Umm, I really been, kickin a few things around baby And I wanna
Is the south side in this muthafucka? (Hell yeah!) Is the north side in this muthafucka? (Hell yeah!) Is the east side in this muthafucka? (Hell yeah!)
I went ahead and asked God for forgiveness So now I'm just asking you to listen I'm living in a World (in a world) where my truth can be my lynching Last
He was tougher than leather And he didn't care whether The sun shined or not When a young kid from cow town Wanted a showdown and he was careless or just
Many of our people, stealing, gambling Many of our people turn to crime, time, nah, I get mine Climb, do fine, wine and just dine, make, break, ill and
My, my, my teacher came in class breathin' hard as could be And then she made a pass at my homeboy D I said, I said, she's movin' fast, she's lookin'
Crazy, papa crazy Now papa don't give a damn, or say, "Thank you, m'aam" Eatin' filet mignon, lobster tails and crab He eats the finest food, he ain'
Radio station, on vacation Wonder where Run was, damn be patient Comin' to the rescue, people won't let you Forget about my DJ and my crew Pickin' up
I woke up this morning, got ready to roll Put on my green bomber it was freezing cold Applied longjohns with Adidas not matching I called up Jam Master
That's crowned, to rule the sound Fly world renowned, from town to town My hat's my helmet, my mic's my sword My bible' s by the door so praise the lord
Yeah, one two one two And I say As we let the music play This is dedicated to Ruddy Ray From all the homeboys around the way So def it won't get an F
Unconcievable, unbelievable Grammar like a hammer information recieveable Sent by the lord, here and abroad With words that were thought they could retort
Now that I waxed the crowd, I'm feeling proud and loud Shoulda screamed on a sucker, but I stepped and bowed Now that I'm back to 'tract, I'll attack