not even love can save us know, Before, you go, can we try to work this out somehow? Before you try to take the lead, Remember who wrote this song, Now
Prevod: Govori o mestu. Us Save Now.
[fly], whom die they lie. Flesh-Whom die they lie. Krayzie-No mo' mercy . . . Flesh-Whom die they lie. [Shot.] Flesh~N~Bone-Now, who wanna go snitch? Talk
hot With whites and rats The old folks is mad at us cuz they kids is lost How you expect for us to teach when all you did was talk The trickledown theory
Big fish in da water and we hard to harpoon I'm like open wounds pourin iodine Messin wit us is like saving "Private Ryan" You acting out a line now you
da water and we hard to harpoon I'm like open wounds pourin' iodine Messin' wit' us is like saving 'Private Ryan' You acting out a line now you lying
Ain't no love in Oakland, bitch Niggas always talkin bout 'I love you' But ain't no love, bitch Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by John the Pope I
it real from head to toe I hit that savings and loans when I was just a baby loc went to Mexico, traded it for the pecos came back to California now
bag of gold to you Which one of us would be the foolish one? Which one of us would be the fool? Which one of us would be the foolish one? Which one of us
right Not for niggas in tight ass jeans and penny loafers But highly recommended for nigaas sporting Khakis, house shoes and locs Oh my God it can save us
Serve ya, for ya or for ya You pussy niggaz been hatin' on us for too long So we finna prove you wrong, teach you hoes a new song 'Cuz the time is now
caught I wasted many days chasing Brightly gleaming streams As I fold into your presence Do I now know what it means? We could get old and talk At
Flowin' through your veins like medicine Wanna be down? On the H-town Real ballas fight for the rebound B-town to motherfuckin G-town Creep around everybody
always went there) ?? and awesome dre and anybody by the right would see us songs were long and polution strong, and the faygo always warm and flat (thats nasty) but if now
want me All my family remembers Way back in the day I was good But they doubt now Disperse I'm going bad Feel me out now This life I live Ain't extra
you really want to be me I'm just another bossaline I represent all them niggas trying to get paid But couldn't be saved Huh, y'all now what I'm talking
us sell us anything We helpless give me a little bit faq and help us We strugglin', jugglin', thugglin', hustlin', thuggin' up in the club No one to talk
inn, another temporary home, And an interviewer threatened me with a microphone, 'talk to me, won't you tell me your stories.' So I talked about conscience and I talked