Traduzione: We Were Promised Jetpacks. Orologi in movimento Slow Run.
Run run run run run run Run for my Soul I better go go go go go go Making sure I go slow slow I got to run run run run run run Run for my Soul
[Art Laboe's Original Sound Studios, LA 1963]
night And you run home slow And you holler and cry And you run home slow And you're hit and you're down And you run home slow Little bone head Took
room a room without a door I run through the night I can't handle my fears I run through the night Cannot hide my tears I run through the night - I run
the night And you run home slow And you holler and cry And you run home slow And you're hit and you're down And you run home slow Little bone head Took
down I bring it to the showdown [Chorus: Montell Jordan] Follow me into the world of Mr Ski (Yeah) Ain't gonna be no mystery Who's gonna win this show's showdown (You know) Run
dude right there, you see dude right there We a lay something down right here mane I'm getting money out here mane this me And ain't goin nobody goin run
dope runners and cake runners All out big head hunters three glots and sixin it off the chain young stunners Better slow down lil daddy before you fuck around and get pegged Run
I'm gonna do, I've gotta get back to you Slow down, sweet talkin' woman (slow down), You got me runnin' (run run), you got me searchin', Hold on, sweet
a place Where torn of flame would place Where the foreigners not embrace Where they warn you jog and pace Where loners low what they gaze Where the corners slow
far from what we know Now we can't keep believing Wish you could run away, wish you could run away Wish you could run away, wish you could run away
you is all I ask And fucking you will be my task My lonely nights will be filled with fun No more clubs and sex on the run Just suck this dick, while
from a posse called the L.A.D. Educate is what we do With permission from the 2 Live Crew 'Cause the Crew is 2 Live for you people Who run around, changin
Tony Montana All of 'em mixed in one fixed to done I like playing six-to-one This is fun, shooting my guns, counting my funds and walking on you bitch niggaz that run