lot Hold on, hold on to what? So hold on, hold on to what? Hold on, hold on to what? Hold on, hold on to what? Holding on is harder When it's something
Käännös: Beautiful South. Pidä kiinni Mikä.
know what my life would be (In the ghetto) I was dumb and o, so lazy (In the ghetto) Something had a spell on me (In the ghetto) You all know what I
American Marines,] [civilians and south Vietnamese officers. The girls parade] [around and get the crowd to buy raffle tickets:] [the winner of the "beauty
the Southern tip of South America and We're coming in- on into Australia and over New Zealand and I have never seen- incredible- beauty- One of the excavators on
get paid Arrive to a hoe and I like to get laid Ride up on my back like rugs and floor mats I'm on the right page but what's my format I wave to the
to get paid Arrive to a hoe and I like to get laid Ride up on my back like rugs and floormats I'm on the right page but what's my format I wave to the
't sleep at night Pulling out my ice the day will come for us to ride on leather I'm not worried bout a thing popping diamonds on my pinky ring We grippin
', I'm just tellin' you what it is like, I'm ballin Know what I'm talkin' 'bout? Whattup beat [Incomprehensible] I see you on the beat mo' betta I'm
all the news hip hop rules from the old to the new school it's been a long time since you seen me on the TV V-Ice is here for sheezy takin' what's mine
'm revelling in insecurity It's so unlike me, yes I know. But what am I to do with how I feel. I just keep on wondering, pondering what to do. I beat up on
?re on your knees all night for a child with a ragin? fever And you realize this might be the last time you see her Life holds on and faith holds on and
dollar And about to buy my best friend a beauty parlor I know y'all don't wanna see Kim on top Please stop worryin about what I got What the fuck y'all
(SPM) I might not know what to say, rollin up in my mercury I'm on the sea and private toys, momma taught me how to kill them boys My homeboys name is
Chorus [Singer & SPM]: Children of the ghettooo, hold on They got me runnin' through my ghetto First Verse: They got me runnin' through my ghetto
silence ever. The cicadas are omnipotent sound. The kampong is dark and still. I am not what I thought I was. I am not what I seem. Most of all, I am not what