make it through Walk forever by my side Stay forever in the light Walk on 'til morning All my days are yours Walk on 'til morning All my days are yours
Prevod: Alarm. Walk Forever Z My Side.
Prevod: Alarm. Walk Forever Do My Side..
ditch we ride Yo, yo, yo, it's your hide Grab the rope and yell rawhide Front line is pussy, call off sides I'm focus but my hand is cross-eyed I left my
, got flowin' skills but nigga They bitches, now I just can't buy my bud With my steel, grabbed the 44 Mag' plus a sack And I snag my leather rag can'
Well the court sentences you to death by electric chair We had to get 'em up wid two thugs Runnin' side by side wid number one Murda mo drop my guage
to the other side, now check it out I got the pep in my step, the slide in my glide So I won't trip, when I let my backbone slip Some shake it to
't a thing sweet about me I earn my respect, and I was born to wreck Spit techs, by your rockets threw jets Who's next, to get hit by firepower that'
you're riding by my side Till we made it, till we made it Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah It's drama, yeah, are you ready for the drama? Ring the alarm, we are
As long as you're riding by my side Till we made it, till we made it, yeah [Katy B] It's drama, yeah ain't ready for the drama ring the alarm we are
to bangin' for cheddar Forever bailin' in my overalls and work- (?) Breakin' jaws Dre'sta the Gangsta, Dub C and the Young Hogs [Young Shane] It's the young Desperado! My
dead and dormant My stimuli's supplied by my endorphins The mind's eye greater than pi and broadband I break on through to the other side without doormen
blowin' the spot Lord My chick is buggin', she trippin' My dick keep slippin' out my boxer drawers Now I'm caught up in the drug sting Niggas is callin' my
dawn, without warning or beef Late night city life, in the dark Manhattan fog, creep wit' cats and dogs become meat All that is sacred My body lay naked
my four by four Girlies galore, BIG on the door Chrome trimming with the smoke tint Givin' chumps a hit as I count my mint Stacks of doves, half my
your chips and fuck a punk bitch No longer living in fear my pistol close in hand Convinced this is my year like I'm the chosen man Give me my money
never hung by its side But it stopped short, never to go again When the old man died It rang and alarmed in the dead of the night An alarm that for
