Prevod: Lippman, Dave. Roy Jordan In Ed Morgan.
(Verse 1) I step out of my element. To see whats going on in my neigbourhood A message from the government gonna spend all your money cause it makes
Open your eyes 'cos another day is dawning, Children of the moon, can you hear them all calling? Skies open up and an angel starts falling, Listen to
Well there once was a time that this farm of mine was plowed by a mule and a man They worked from dawn till darkness just tryin' to civilize the sand
to please with ease hope the crowd sees That i'm, the man that loves to flam And when I step into a jam I just slam like jordan And this is the world,
Carter Robbert Hood, Paris Mitchel Dave Carter's in the house Pat Melva in the house Amanda in the house Sir Jordan's in the house, yeah
the Lord forsake me? Put the weight of the world on my shoulders I'm thinkin' I could brush it off an' nobody notice Keep raisin' my kids, Britney, Jeffry an' Jordan
ain't playin' no games I got a new name for niggas with chains, jang a lang Now y'all know me, I like an old school Ozzie Smith jersey Old school Jordans
! Steppin' out and everyone screams Strike a pose for the magazines! I wanna cop a kiss from Justin, so what if I cant trust him? Flirt with Dave Navarro
presidents Niggas thats in sports All this type of shit as heroes They might look at motherfuckin muhammed ali Yah know sugar ray leanord, mike tyson, but me.. [master p] Air jordan
Keep them chips comin nigga or your neck'll catch a nuece (chorus) (murphy lee) Now y'all know me, I like an old school ozzie smith jersey Old school jordans
Duet with tommy page Music by kim bullard/amy sky/marc jordan Lyrics by dave taggart Verse 1 Male: I picked a rose among these ancient walls A garden
local acts just to try to keep the lights on, and then to go out and buy get a Pelle Pelle off lay-away, get some Jordans or something or get a TechnoMarine
Luke Slater Jerry Carter Robbert Hood Paris Mitchel Dave Carter Pat Melva in the house Amanda in the house Sir Jordan's in the house, yeah
, mass graves Half the slaves, aids, cascades, black parades Backpack strapped grenades, brazen acts of rage, accolades May as well have rang the bell at the gates of hell That's a Dave
the Lord forsake me Put the weight of the world on my shoulders I thinkin' I could brush it off and nobody notice Keep raisin' my kids: Britney, Jeffry, and Jordan
[Intro] Yeah Kweli in the house Dave West is what I'm talkin' about, you know? Yea yea yea yo yea yo yea yea yea yo yea yo Yea yea yea yooohh yooohh [
(Dave Jordan) (Ah - ah) (Ah - ah) You say you know me, You really know me, But you don't know me at all. Thinkin' that i just don't care, Any minute
