the windows at night There is no other way Oh I, who am I to seek? Who am I to seek? Desire Who was I to seek? Who was I to seek? Desire
Prevod: Gun Club. Desire.
does not feed In-in-infatuation Satiate my every last desire Infatuation Is this the thing I want or the thing I need? Now everybody in the club, stand
Now I'm ballin', don't plan on fallin' For the world Left the furl in the dope man, on the set Cause I got plans bigger then the desire projects I run
week, huh I'm fire just what the thugs desire Got a high pitched flow MC Mariah When I walk down the streets niggaz squeak their tires Got every club
We are the sure fire winners, winners, winners, winners We're coming up like killing machines Our big gun's gonna shatter your scene It's pandemonium
that fool you wit, gone get yo wig split Black guns, me and my doggs clap guns, don't be thinkin we jus rappin You saw what would happen, gun blastin
.B.H. SMILES With his friends, ask for cigarettes SMILES Sparks off Repeal gun laws in my brain Sparks off Give us a gun if I got one DAMN! Grin
for this Niggaz ain't ready for this Chrome dips beamin' off July sun rays Trees are fade, blendin' with the side burn shades Cotton club status, clientel
in the back watchin the star is born and you aint gettin gone at least no time soon cause we headin over to the viper room to get high on whatever your heart desires
Every day is a main event, some old lady limps The pushers and pimps eat shrimps It gets tiring, the sight of a gun firing They must desire for the
wear high heels I would be the leader in every dance there is And every stubborn dancing queen would follow me If I were a man I could do anything Anything that I desire
set low on you In a blood-red suns final rays With after night solo shadow plays Into the world we started to run Like bullets from a gun With passion and desire
listenin' but all you hear about is yourself Tell me what you supposed to do when yourself ain't reliable You're lookin' in the mirror but yourself ain't desirable
I I I Infatuation", say she aint, my every last desire "INFATUATION", is "just" the thing I want or the thing I need "Now everybody in the club stand
We are the sure fire winners Winners, winners, winners We're coming up like killin' machines Our big gun's gonna shatter your scene It's pandemonium
fool you wit, gone get yo wig split Black guns, me and my doggs clap guns, don't be thinkin we jus rappin You saw what would happen, gun blastin Squeezin
