| Chorus: Black gold, stuck to their veins Black gold, they're running insane Black gold, blood on their hands Black gold, life's got no chance Black gold
Traduzione: Running Wild. Black Gold.
duplicating I always say, that when you drink you gots to think One time I got drunk and lost my gold link I use to act a fool in these streets like Martin Lawrence Running
a prostitute I was born, growing up, i finished my cup, said good luck, dad- with a back up from the giddy up-- began as a problem youth, running wild
Way back in the day before the age of gold chains and fat fades When Zulu Nation was still called the Black Spades A fetus was formed. A genius was born
tabloid groupie My Little Pony, bet Pretty Toney got that brand new gold, bitch Desert eagle bracelet, bigger than most of you But still I'm like 'fuck the gold
Cause nigga's be killing me My nigga's be buck wild and I be filed since a juvenile Nigga I got too many styles [Ken Dawg] I got to be fast nigga didn't see these niggas running
Wamp had the black on black Ac' Coupe Legend wit the gold in the back I was just a lil' youngin running wild as hell Running 'round wild trying to get
the black on black Ac' Coupe Legend wit the gold in the back I was just a lil' youngin running wild as hell Running 'round wild trying to get that mail
sing doo-wop with two of his friends I seen an oo-wop when I was like ten, excited by sin I got my first gold front from Ben Eighty-nine, I was into Rakim
or Not+ Fuck what ya niggas think, whether you +Like It or Not+ [Hell Razah] Fuck 5-0, we hot, while ya Black Tahoe's Wit wild priminals that'll die
[DJ Paul: talking] yeah nigga the mother fuckin two time two time motherfuckin champions in this bitch I got another motherfuckin gold plaque on the
'all really want me dead or alive Yeah can't stand the heat huh Yeah, yeah Wild Wild East to the Wild Wild West uh Yeah y'all ain't know who y'all was
leaves dust and all Cause a man keeps on running off Just dropping her cheese, but shorty got me's Taking trips to the tat shop, come on the black top
to handle business nigga lay low [Verse 4: Poppa L.Q.] Presentin more urban tales of crack sales an black mail an black males, peelin black males that
its ghetto pain when a one time raise sometimes the young is slain To the kids in the p.j.'s black babies brought up in this world where it's wild and
