are the days of wild - put'em up! (Hold onto your wigs!) These are the days of wild (Hold onto your wigs!) These are the days of wild Hooker, bitch
And these are the days of wild, hit me (Hold onto your wits) These are the days of wild (Hold onto your wits) These are the days of wild Hooker, bitch
Traduzione: Prince. Giorni di Wild.
as we're cooperating with God by accepting Jesus Christ as our personal Lord and saviour And as the Lord does return in the coming seven days We'll see
your body The blow's like a twelve gauge shotty Uhh, feel me! And God said he should send his one begotten son to lead the wild into the ways of the man
(feat. Kastro, Young Noble, Prince Ital) [Makaveli] Makaveli in this... Killuminati, all through your body The blow's like a twelve gauge shotty Uh,
that, you never get the mic back I got it hemmed, When I...When I...attack Hit em all, and they try to strike back" [Nature] Ayo, on hot summer days
a product Well Am I supposed to let 'em ride up End on drippin' blood Like survive and I would It's the wild, wild Westside Best to recollect Collect
(feat. 60 Second Assassin, 9th Prince, Blue Raspberry,...) [Intro: 9th Prince] Yeah I'm back... Cilvaringz... [9th Prince:] Aiyo, unlock the chain,
There's a young man in the corner playing 'Crazy' all night long Quarters piled high upon the table He orders Wild Turkey and with a quick wit and a
Michael Timmins There's a young man in the corner playing 'Crazy' all night long quarters piled high upon the table He orders Wild Turkey and with
jaws on your hips From back in the days I used to air it to the hits Earn the dance step and guaranteed to play the wheel to wheel And Wild Style was
pectorial muscle on down to your abs My man Honda not the car but the DJ Attacks the pans and move fast with your hands Up in the wild lands and walked
finger prints I said wait you can't arrest me I'm the Fresh Prince I demand that you release me you incompetent fool you can't arrest me I'm the Prince
doin wicked shit and murderin you super heroes P-P-P-Pow with the wicked shit, P-P-P-Pow We wicked wild, wicked wicked wild, P-P-P-Pow, no doubt [Esham
is wild as fiction To lessen the friction my children beware the pale rider Your life is slipped into a microchip I warned you with all of the mics that I grip Cash days
