It goes one for the prophet
Two for Islam, three for the hood ??? (???)
Four for the Mother that birthed my frame
Five for the Father 'cause it's heart began
Been 'round the world suns all the same
Sometime's when I'm asleep I still call your name
Back when I was young I used to dream of fame
Now they all point their fingers sayin' "who's to blame"
Mother's put their girls in some pig tail curls
Father's teach their sons how to shoot their guns
They say, boy, don't ever ???, control your emotions
Take it like a man and make your stand
They say sex and violence go hand in hand
Hands need washin' from all the dirty dealin'
Floor to the ceilin', from the stage to the door
Kings and the Queens and the slaves and their whores
For every lost cause where the martyr's are found
That funky little sound that make you wanna get down
Somebody told me once that love makes the world go 'round
And kids they carry pistols out on the playground
That profound, gone too far, prayin' on my life to the burnt out star
Put your lights on, put down your crosses
It's time to tally up your wins and your losses
It goes one for Scott LaRock and two for Pac and B.I.G
Three for all the mothers who got graves to dig X3
Two for Islam, three for the hood ??? (???)
Four for the Mother that birthed my frame
Five for the Father 'cause it's heart began
Been 'round the world suns all the same
Sometime's when I'm asleep I still call your name
Back when I was young I used to dream of fame
Now they all point their fingers sayin' "who's to blame"
Mother's put their girls in some pig tail curls
Father's teach their sons how to shoot their guns
They say, boy, don't ever ???, control your emotions
Take it like a man and make your stand
They say sex and violence go hand in hand
Hands need washin' from all the dirty dealin'
Floor to the ceilin', from the stage to the door
Kings and the Queens and the slaves and their whores
For every lost cause where the martyr's are found
That funky little sound that make you wanna get down
Somebody told me once that love makes the world go 'round
And kids they carry pistols out on the playground
That profound, gone too far, prayin' on my life to the burnt out star
Put your lights on, put down your crosses
It's time to tally up your wins and your losses
It goes one for Scott LaRock and two for Pac and B.I.G
Three for all the mothers who got graves to dig X3
Ich betrachte den Sonnenschein Ich schaue entlang des Horizonts Ich denke ich sollte mein Hab und Gut um mic...
White Trash Beautiful Trailer Park Queen sie bedient im Imbiss von 11 bis 5 Uhr sie hat einen Schul...
We ve all seen the man at the licquor store beggin for your change the hair on his face is dirty dreadlock...
Wir alle haben den Mann vorm Schnapslladen um dein kleingeld betteln sehen Seine Haare waren dreckig geloc...
White Trash Beautiful Trailer Park Queen She slings hash at the diner from 11 to 5 She married a bo...
Ends some people would rob their mother for the ends Rat snitch on one another for the ends Sometimes kids get murd...
They call me white devil black Jesus Heaven closes Hell freezes Ego s tripping scripts keep flipping Bloods k...
She smelled like flowers She tastes like toffee She kissed me slowly She held me softly Got too close and s...
Johnny Hallo mein Name ist Johnny Also hallo noch mal mein Name ist Johnny Ich h m chte mich rechtfertigen und ich...
Ich werde eine Frau fuer mich finden die wirklich ist Ich werde eine Frau fuer mich finden die stark ist Ich werde ...
