I left my heart in a plastic box, On the bedside table. It will be locked till I get home. I?ve grown feeble and tired of this world. Tired of constantly
I left my heart in a plastic box On the bedside table It will be locked 'til I get home I've grown feeble and tired of the world Tired of constantly
Traduzione: Crimine classico. L'inizio (A Seed semplice).
that iron For you that's nothin' to find Niggas begin rushin' time Fuckin' with mine you outta line believe I'm bustin' for mine Only I trusted my nine Still a-ddicted to crime
say? Yeeaaah Somebody tell me what do I do... [GZA:] We keep it hot, keep the heat on the block We never stop, drawing water up until it begin to drop
Somebody tell me what do I do What am I supposed to say? Yeah We keep it hot, keep the heat on the block We never stop, drawing water up until it begin
[KRS-One] In the begining, it was WHBI [G.Simone - singing] Just let it flow...do what you know.. To get you in tha mooooood.. *DJ scratching* Just
? Yeeaaah Somebody tell me what do I do... [GZA:] We keep it hot, keep the heat on the block We never stop, drawing water up until it begin to drop Raining
? Yeeaaah Somebody tell me what do I do... [GZA] We keep it hot, keep the heat on the block We never stop, drawing water up until it begin to drop Raining