Times under melodies Strange enough for a dream for a harmony, a song to sing for you funky aphrodites All you need is life Before you know, she will
times I saw you How in my silence I adored you And only in my dreams did That wall between us come apart Oh, my darling, knock three times On the ceiling
Traduzione: Billy Crash Craddock. Knock Three Times.
Traduzione: Crash. Times.
at me so many fingers pointing at me I found no people for killing time so I found time for killing people I found no people for killing time so I found time
time My loneliness is killing me I must confess I still believe When I'm not with you I lose my mind Give me a sign Hit me baby one more time My
time. All the same things ale lying on the floor, one more time. Through all this time there's been changes Through all this time, how have I returned
What was the bridge that held this together? What was the fault that tore this apart? What were your reasons? What were my reasons? I'm still trying
[Chorus: Female voice (Dakari)] Baby what the deal (yes sir, yes sir) [echo] Time to keep it real It's 12 o'clock (uh), dance floor's hot Ready to sweat
anymore. Drop down to what is yours and bow. We will pillage your head with our brilliance. Crash our gates at will. It takes more then time to earn
to think. I've got a two ton iron weight that weighs heavy on my spine. I'd love to toss it on this table. But now is not the time. It's too late to
time bomb Tick a tick a time bomb Tick a tick a time bomb Tick a tick a time bomb Tick a tick a time bomb Tick a tick a time bomb Tick a tick a time
a light to guide you What once was a breath Is now a gasp to survive You left so much behind So many questions unanswered The other side The crash to
your punks didn't finish Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace nigga, I hit 'em up Check this out You mutha-fuckas know what time it is I don'
'em up [Outro: 2Pac] Empty clips, set trip You know what time it is Westside, Outlaw, Thug Life till we die California love, california thug You know what time
my ends, Then it's time to take it home Got some hoochies on my pager It's major, Let me play her like a game of fuckin sega It's time to wake up, 2
(feat. Butch Cassidy, Styles P) [Tupac:] They'll never take me alive, I'm gettin' high with my four-five Cocked on these suckas, time to die Even as
the one A fierce defender til its done Fortress walls, behind them to defend From mindless creatures need for flesh They are coming, they will not stop Crash