One young girl, and she's caught outside in the cold Scared to the bone, but trying to be bold But when she wakes up she's all alone In a broken home
young girl, and she's caught outside in the cold Scared to the bone, but trying to be bold But when she wakes up she's all alone In a broken home Two
Traduzione: Fan 3. Broken Home.
The time is 3am, when? The date is 6th of June,1962 Lets measure the worth, at the birth of you. Let me take you to, the pre-natal center, time for you
Murdera (Yeah) Strangla (Yeah) Wig Splitta (Whut) Mangla (Yeah) Blood sucking vampire Dark Lotus King of Fire [Violent J:] Swing off your ceiling fan
get down man, Philly Freezer, Jake One, yeah Okay, that's right, uh, uh [Verse 1 - Freeway] I'm home alone and I'm goin through my fan mail (fan mail
out Buck got shot up in CaShville And Sha Money told me Lloyd Banks got hit And Yayo just came home G-G-G-Unit Backstage at a D-12 concert A fan asked
assassins A mob target, they'll spark it in his apartment Wife and daughter get home they'll be walking the red carpet [Hook x2] [Verse 3:] We take
[Intro: Fredro Starr] Just to let you know this is recorded 9/11/2001 The day the World Trade Center blows up Shit is real, son Shit hit home, kid, word
in a one star Don't need the five cause I'm live on 101 bars You know the odds, I'm a? fan, eatin' at any kabob stand Cold as ice, run the shit, on or
for the hood still posted on the block wats good? Cause I still ruun, the streets all nite n dayyy I can't stay away [Verse 3:] It's home sweet home
(Feat. Mack 10) [Warren G] What's up negros and negrettes? It's your boy Warren G You know what I'm saying? Chillin' with the home boy Mack 10 And
What's up negros and negrettes? It's your boy Warren G You know what I'm saying? Chillin' with the home boy Mack 10 And we gon' lay a lil' sumpin' down
broke a monolo for a photo I aint ridin' around with a Dodo that's a No-No Momma taught me better than that you go to go home Look at me now, a product
Starr] Just to let you know this is recorded 9/11/2001 The day the World Trade Center blows up Shit is real, son Shit hit home, kid, word up Hope you
city, go hard for the hood Still posted on their block, what's good? And I run, the streets all night and day I can't stay away It's home sweet home