Yeah, Valentin (Chrous) Baby when we make love and when we're done you leave scratches over my body ??? You leave scratches (on my back) Scratches (
[Master P] Niggaz, see this one here? You see this one here? Goes out to every soldierette and every soldier Cross the motherfuckin' board I don't give
I am a product I am a symbol of endless hopeless fruitless aimless games I'm a glossy package on the market shelf My contents aren't fit for human consumption
Oh yeah. Oh yeah. Well I got it all up here, see Oh yeah. Oh yeah. Well they think they got it all out there, see Well they can fuck off, cos they ain
You You read my mind You twist me inside I'm weak at the knees 'cause you're such a tease You make me wanna scratch Rush the gate and shaking Then you
The scratches of a dark night The rashes of foresight And I wanted you The weight of my freezing I had come to you The face I was given I have no similarities
Take a little moment to relieve all your tension Lose yourself to somebody else Your mind's the creator and your body's the extension Give me that I'll
wake up and waste a day chase away a day at a time and waste away clean-faced today clean taste today toothpaste makes my orange juice sour waste an hour
So you won't tell me, where you've been up to now I don't know, they've seen you come and go (oh) You're well on your way but never leaving the chair
Ohh, ich liebe ein Mädchen, Die ist so wunderschön, Ihr müßtet dies Mädchen, Nur einmal sehen. Sie ist jung, so jung, Sie ist
Same old stuff, you've heard it all before Crass being crass about the system, or is it war? We ain't got no humour, we don't know how to laugh If you
Maybe you think it's the new new wave Well all it is is just another rave Maybe it looks like the writing's on the wall But you've seen it before, it'
The grey man at the wheel Looks around to see if there's some skirt he can steal He doesn't really want to, he's just acting out a game In their own fucked
I've heard too much about the people in the ghetto Heard too much about the working class motto How you don't know life if you ain't seen the street Racialist
Chorus: Mummy and daddy owned me till I could understand At the end of my arm was my own fucking hand In my head I had a brain that they
Chorus: Ain't it just a rip of, oi, oi, oi Ain't it just a rip of, oi, oi, oi Ain't it just a rip of, oi, oi, oi What a fucking
I am not he, nor master, nor lord No crown to wear, no cross to bear in stations I am not he, nor shall be, warlord of nations These heroes have run before
The bastards, what are they playing at? Don't like the music, don't like the words Don't like the sentiments Well keep it for the birds and bees, boys