Feel the same, Baby, does it feel the same to you? Feel the same, I gotta know, does it feel the same? Feel the same, You don't know. Feel the same, Tokyo
Feel the same Baby, does it feel the same to you? Feel the same I gotta know, does it feel the same? Feel the same You don't know Feel the same Tokyo
Traduzione: Sommossa. Feel The Same.
's all good, from Diego to tha Bay Your city is tha bomb if your city makin pay Throw up a finger if ya feel the same way Dre puttin it down for Californ
tha Bay Your city is tha bomb if your city makin' pay Throw up a finger if ya' feel the same way Dre puttin' it down for Californ-i-a. Chorus --
tramps and homeless - what a fucking sight Needy on the streets, no place for the sick No money for rent, feel like chucking a brick It seems like the same
You score in extra-time, I've seen better days You dust off your canvas, throw off your riot gear Don't need no tear gas, 'cos these are for real Feel what I feel
what we've done! (lord, what have we done, done, done?) [Krayzie Bone:] Everybody's gone crazy, amamzed that it ain't the same. Their faith has swayed
bitch down, let's do it We ain't marchin' we ain't talkin' We keepin' an eye on the target So as soon as the shit get started We gone poppop papop that riot
you trapped wid no way out) [Verse 3: Wish Bone] Now all ah y'all niggas tough Y'all ready for violence violence But niggas don't give ah fuck We ready to riot riot
dis] Pump, y'all A riot pump, y'all Riot pump, y'all Pump it up, y'all A riot pump, y'all Pump it up, y'all Pass me my riot pump [Trouble Funk] (Pump
one that leads the hand That crashes through state windows and shows them exactly where they stand That batters against the riot shield, a fine expression of how we feel
Jadakiss] It's all for real, word, word Yo, my outlet is full of powerful niggas Electrify ya tie, spark up the lah Keep the room dark, let me feel out
glad I was broke, mad cuz I'm rich So put that nigga out if it's a hater in this bitch (uh-oh!!) Stuntin in the club, make 'em start a riot Throw my
any hope?, i try to cope but im loco to a cut throat addicted to weed, smokin and drinking like a pirate, aint no denying it a niggea down to start a riot
, heart, brain, you need rhyme Turn on your mic, snap your fingers three times We gone, or the story won?t end the same And you?ll feel the flame The
I feel no peer pressure. If I lived in Cali between Blood and Crip blocks I'd be a cross dresser, I'm the man. If i stood up and started rhyming in
