(feat. Lil' Jon & The Eastside Boyz) [Intro] 5-4... 5-4... 5-4... 5-4... 5-4... [Repeated several times] YEEEEEEEEEEAAA! [Chorus x2] We gon' hustle
[Verse One] Look... Baby I see you and I'm noticing you notice me We at the same spot so this is the place to be I'm feeling you baby so lets see bout
aids right away To get rid of the battle scars that my sreets made Niggaz backs cowards shit and try to act brave Dont let the hooves smack the plats
[CHORUS x1] Time is short and my life is sick That's how it is man look at this shit You get abused by street platoons Hit you like wind and what-
calling all you able men it is time to take up arms go on home and get your guns marching soldiers sound alarm because tonight theres a gun fight in
pick up the phone a new life awaits your path but dont walk alone a new vision is in your grasp cause i got something better for you cause i got something
lets go, you had me on the run three bullets smoking gun now im fighting harder and, i got my ammunition and im ready to attack i am so much stronger
to all the hurt to all the lies we say goodbye we say goodbye no longer wait in your disguise we say goodbye we say goodbye savor this dance and dont
trying so hard to get you out my mind i keep falling the more i try to climb in my head i just keep thinking eventually that someday your love will come
were moving by colors save room for your brothers hold hands now keep moving somehow this seems soothing lets take this thing higher beat the drums sing
WHEN YOU REACH YOUR PLACE OF ULTIMATE RELEASE YOU'LL BE HAPPY LOVE I KNOW YOU'LL BE SET FREE SO MUCH MORE WE CAN BE MUCH MORE WE CAN ACHIEVE BUT YOU
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Chorus (x1) Time is short and my life is sick That's how it is man look at this shit You get abused by street platoons Hit you like wind and what-cha
My neighbours in the real world Are like the people in my dreams The numb walk with the wicked And I walk in between They're really hard to talk to But
[CHORUS x1] Time is short and my life is sick That's how it is man look at this shit You get abused by street platoons Hit you like wind and what-cha
Traduzione: Michael Stanley Band. Via Plotoni.
Traduzione: Plotone. La tundra siberiana Thirst.