James, they didn't have to do this We chased them for miles I had tears in my eyes Through forest and moors as the clouds filled the skies The storm
Prevod: Big Country. Storm.
If there's one great thing to happen in my life If there's one great day, if there's one great height Let it be the time for peace, let it be the time
a war with me So don't fuck with me [Benzino] Yo, swing that, mince that, double bogie, hit that Forty-cal go and get your burns, spit that Big gat,
an hour before I guess I got a higher purpose in the eyes of the Lord Who looks down from the sky into the fire and storm And sees governments in unison like one big
them leaning like Smirnoff (What!) If haters wanna hate then its their loss (Yeah!) Come up in the Rucker with all my Jake's on (Yeah!) Car grills so big
them leaning like Smirnoff (What) If haters wanna hate then it's their loss (Yeah) Come up in the Rucker with all my Jake's on (Yeah) Car grills so big
They wreck the room and beat up the ENGINEER) [ENGINEER] Are you waiting for them to kill me? Did you not get what he said? There's a big screw loose
Power like a seedling in a storm I've been travelling to this place since the moment I was born Flew back to New York City singing the big city blues
Like a seedling in a storm I've been traveling to this place Since the moment I was born I flew back to New York City Singing the big city blues The
--------- Bad weather gathers all along the coast When the storm clouds gather And my blood runs cold If we can't go further When we get to the shore
take me up to the edge of the world And push me over again Lead me up to the edge of the world There comes a time We can storm the walls in our leisure
long way home Searching for the long way home Searching for the long way home Searching for the long way home Out upon the China sea Boats will run eternally Storms on land and storms
Look at him now, another used man Wearing the passing of his dignity with all the courage that he can He stood in the storm, carved out in stone He said
the rainfall but i am only a drop from the storm Feel like a tourist out in the country Once this whole world was all countryside Feel like a tourist in the big
(is not for real) They used to say (He's dreamin) They used to say (He's dreamin) This rap shit (is not for real) This rap shit (is not for real) [Big
of an urban storm Daddy won't sell the farm He worked and slaved in '68, he bought these fields and trees He raised his corn and a big red barn and a
bottom, worked my way up Ran wit big dudes, had to get my weight up Now my cake up, now it's lights, cameras, make up Trips to Jacob, foreign countries
