feel, don't keep it from me Show me how it outta be through more than a stare I just want to see you And I just want to hear you And I just need to feel
want to see you and I just want to hear you And I just need to feel you I just want to see you and I just want to hear you And I just need to feel you
Traduzione: Suolo. Bisogno di sentirsi.
the alley Out in Cali niggaz rally others all for the soil Mix the work with bakin soda and get the water to boil OH NO can't no busters hang, I hope you feel
have all y'all niggaz feelin it [Xzibit] Once again, feelin it Killin it (killin it) drillin it (drillin it) What, yeah, bring it live with the... yeah Feelin it (feelin
purifies my soul And makes me feel strong I believe i am above Of the average human I dont need to kill Not even soil my hands I find it vulgar and crude
Back And Let The Shisha Burn Slow We Need Help, I Ask Myself Where'd The World Go? [Massari:] Weinek Ya Dunya Wein? Everybody Get Together We Need The
a pistol With pistols. Feel that the verbal 'll Serve you. Heard my words Are satanic and wishful Then see you all get pissed off My generals need no horse We need
camels in the desert Drinkin rum, by these naked bitches rubbin me with baby oil We all loyal with big gats, connect like seeds and soil bean with soil
watch the water feed the soil so the circle is complete see what you have become is the earth beneath my feet i'll bring in the stains your alabaster
watch the water feed the soil so the circle is complete see what you have become is the earth beneath my feet are there any stains on your alabaster
be saved Empty mirror, soul replacer Empty mirror, youth taker In dark caves Wisdom reigns Awareness dulls ambition's flame Like a corpse In soil laid
like stalkers Play dumb in front of cameras to catch us suckas But it only get worse They feed on our need to believe That we need to believe that we
to a haiku So Tootsie Roll motherfuck back to your seat cause I don't like you I got a hundred beats, all nicer than your joint Karaoke MC's need not
the earth, Dry the river beds. What now? Now in your control, birth and death, Dry the bodies, incadescent in the heat. Your fire is melting both soil
potential, The odds are hopelessly against because the State deliberately destroys human will. * Passive observers offer nothing but decay. The flowerbeds need weeding, the roses need
feel our way a new fit you're Positive but they don't need to know another boy another girl another place to go it feels like sleep it feels like being
