? Fame, what's the use of this game if I can't have you back with me? Fame, all alone with my name, even that don't belong to me. Fame, tried to make
Traduzione: Jones, Grace. Fama.
've set up and tore down this stage with my own two hands We've travel this land packed tight in mini vans And all this for the fans, girls, money and fame
Daddy be poppin' that fly shit) [Verse 2: Oran "Juice" Jones] I wonder when you hit the fast track Baby, how ya gonna show? Whether you claim fame in
rider so between them thighs it be me You gots to watch how who you take home That's nice she look like Halle Berry and today she look like Grace Jones
set up and tore down this stage with my own two hands We've travel this land packed tight in mini vans And all this for the fans, girls, money, and fame
foul Body shit when I come through, like Martha Wild And I would hate to have to, break your face bone For greystones, have you looking like Grace Jones
thing 'Cept Jones an undertaker He did mighty well Donated an old iron casket He had never been able to sell And the funeral procession It wasn't much for grace
shit (Daddy be poppin' that fly shit) [Verse 2: Oran "Juice" Jones] I wonder when you hit the fast track Baby, how ya gonna show? Whether you claim fame
ve set up and turned out this state with my own two hands We've traveled this land packed tight in minivans And all this for the fans, girls, money, and fame
Except Jones the undertaker he did mighty well He donated an old iron casket he'd never been able to sell And the funeral procession well it wasn't much for grace
rider so between them thighs it be me You gots to watch how who you take home That's nice she look like halle berry And today she look like grace jones
Body shit when I come through, like Martha wild and I would hate to have to, break your face bone For Greystones, have you looking like Grace Jones Hit
you live it with me? Ah If you get up on the table You're gonna lose your place In the city of angels Where fame's a state of grace If you need a plastic
thing 'Cept Jones, the undertaker He did mighty well Donatin' an old iron casket That he'd never been able to sell And the funeral procession, it wasn't much For grace
ve set up and tore down this stage with my own two hands We've travel this land packed tight in mini vans And all this for the fans, girls, money and fame
