creatures of love, we are creatures of love We are creatures, creatures of love We are creatures, creatures of love From the sleep of reason, a life is born We are creatures of love
Traduzione: Talking Heads. Creatures Of Love.
will never sever You died tryin? to live better Did what you had to do and now you deceased I hope you livin in peace dont even stress that beef Go ?head
wid all dem head bawl off Strong like a samson, like a weight dem pop off Mi haffi drw fi mi mask, wol on deh Mi know a Man Royal gal name Jone Feminine creature
Long Beach Then they step they foot in the city In my city Crooked is Biggie They love me cause they know I put bullets in cities Talk shit when I'm full
I felt the chrome click That's what you give or talking shit Now you lying in the hospital What you don't seek Here come one in the head Left it brain
the party store, bitch Give me codey, dawg, with a little smog Cuz it tastes better than the poisonous fog Seeping from the sewers in my slummy neighborhood But the ghetto got love and the love
Slapped off, 151 and Mamosa Ready to make my hollow points, hop out of your head like a toaster [Hook] [H.A.W.K.:] With a full head of steam, and a
recognize Him when he sees Him/ And he?ll realize whose hands he needs to be in? (Verse #2) When disaster strikes the field, the likes of them head for
me mellow lies, when her tongue is not inside my head. I talk in terms of "he" and "she" to avoid the nerves of "me" and "we". She talks in terms of love
two for love, and three for my G-O-D Yeah, come on y'all get em up Get your hands up One for peace, two for love, and three for my G-O-D Now that'
Blaylock From the outside or the inside, create intense rides When my pen glides all MC's will get they heads flied For talkin shit, lyrics always strike
creatures Lightin' matches under my hat, ghost pirates Frosty mug of rum [Warcloud:] Old Los Angeles, heroin epidemics I bust slugs, they love to figure
alright, it tells me when to get up and when to go to bed, this is some of what goes on inside my head, inside my head, I wonder what might happen, if
nigga drop when I felt the chrome click That's what you give or talking shit Now you lying in the hospital What you don't seek Here come one in the head
talkin 'bout me cause ya ass ain't dangerous They call me Hustler because my mag game heinous Show up to Detroit thinkin (Everybody Love) you And I'ma
for peace, two for love and three for my G-O-D Yeah, come on ya'll, get 'em up Get your hands up One for peace, two for love and three for my G-O-D Now
weh a walk wid all dem head bawl off Strong like a samson, like a weight dem pop off Mi haffi drw fi mi mask, wol on deh Mi know a Man Royal gal name Jone Feminine creature