shackel Shell ain't go no problem with You can be my... [Hook with 1 in background] Pawn star...pawn star...pawn star...pawn star
Traduzione: De La Soul. Pawn Star.
in the rain on some sidewalk gaffing Half of her wet cigarette in the ash tray Trying to find a lost soul to save And I'm a lost soul trying to find a
t get twisted and start thinking I'mma spectacular star I got a TV in the front too it's packed in the car I'm taking it to da pawn shop but I won't be
The runes are singing the truth aloud, their riddle is now clear I'm just a pawn in the hands of a fate, finally revealed I stare deep inside my soul
g Me tellin de riginal gangsta endin da party-a Gospel yes ye no se das de limi nality-a Yes ye no se super pawn o star Me se yes a mista solo an na
green grass Somehow he'll know to find me there And place a star upon my crust We'll trace the crescent's rim Pawn's pursuit of deliverance My soul a
I have a pawn shop apart; I have a heart of gold I'm a heartless soul, it's my heart for stone Death for all, let the closes star explode [Hook x2: Samples
meadow and healed every scar with wishing to be a star. now it's on, so tell me why i sing a sad song? who's the pawn, was i being fooled all along. not
[feat. Nikkiya] I remember when my soul, hoes and dough was missin' When I went to all the shows yo my bros are bitchin Never meant to blow my goal
It's industry conspiracy to make us savage Take off ya clothes to go gold, sell ya soul to live lavish [Verse One] It seems every man wanna be a pop star
how you made it, or is this sickness out of control Is the beginning of the end right now? Let me know Do the saved souls travel the road of the souls
the cut just onlookin Your get your kings, your rooks, rings and pawns tooken Aiyyo, keep your tape on us so you catch the revolve Of the Black Thought and the black man from Black Star
bound ('Cause) Freedom isn't found inside a visa or a crown And even the voice of reason couldn't speak it out loud (But) Mortals are immortal when their soul
handles / Love handles itself / It's selfish / Fish and chips / Chips paint / Paint brush / Brush with death / Death Wish / Wish upon a star / Star struck
('Cause) Freedom isn't found inside a visa or a crown And even the voice of reason couldn't speak it out loud (But) Mortals are immortal when their soul
meadow And healed every scar with wishing to be a star Now it's on, so tell me why I sing a sad song Who's the pawn? Was I being fooled all along? Not
