on the moon, the world of silence But it tells you all the secrets that it hides Man on the moon, prowler of the night Man on the moon, tell man the
Traduzione: Running Wild. Man On The Moon.
ticklish babboon on the way to the moon w/a stick and a broom and the cream of the crop hip hop cause we be crackin' the whip on the poppin' be pimpin
on Some people are bashfull Some people just love to get their flow on (they flow on) So here goes one to grow on I'm a go on and on and on till the principles
shaking in their shoes. They were physically shaking, scared to death. Because certain people, said I'm a radical I'm a wild man, I got a gun under every
of the moon Closing up the gates of the city The wind plays a wild storm Don't you put the lock upon the window Don't you put the bar on the door Don
It's comin' on the end of August Another summer's promise almost gone And though I heard some wise man say That every dog will have his day He never
young I've read the writing of the smoke and breast fed on the sound of drums I've learned to hurl the tomahawk and ride a painted pony wild To run the
could'nt take it no more Put it on shorty then I bounce through the backdoor She said hold on baby come here blaze it on the floor Now I finish with
could feel the same as me We didn't have to fight On the other side of town Running with the boss sound Running with the boss sound Running with the boss
(feat. Baghdad, Prodigal Sunn) [Movie Sample] You can't even sit on a beach for 20 minutes Without running for cover, without dying from cancer How
m a Dolo nigga, you a Polo nigga I'm an Uptown shopper, you a Soho nigga Westside highway running, homo nigga [LL Cool J] (Method Man) I'm the sultan
first class My days of crime, put that all behind me now Visioned a lot as a child, grew a man to style Reminisce of running wild, til I felt ka-pow
I'm a Dolo nigga, you a Polo nigga I'm an Uptown shopper, you a Soho nigga Westside highway running, homo nigga [LL Cool J (Method Man)] I'm the sultan
gettin heavy Heavy, heavy Trying to be a gangster [Nas] The black clouds over the hood, I'm on the corner with the thugs Late night under the moon as
I've read the writing of the smoke and breast-fed on the sound of drums I've learned to hurl the tomahawk and ride a painted pony wild, To run the gauntlet
had stepped closer She whispered in his ear That every man Is born you see Beneath the sword Damocles For young and old Are all alive On that next beat On
