the wheels of time will turn forever fear thesilence in my soul and the wheels of time will turn and never rest where golden dices roll and the wheels of time
wheels of time will turn forever fear the silence in my soul and the wheels of time will turn and never rest where golden dices roll and the wheels of time
Oversettelse: Silke Bischoff. Bortkastet tid.
Oversettelse: Silke. Det er på tide å Ride.
a long long time Cause I've done everything I know to try and make you mine And I think I'm gonna love you for a long long time
knew you had a super freaky side Yes, you did, you had it goin' till the top of the line Now I got you where I want you up, open up It's time for me
Hits em where it hurts Kick up more dust than dirt Nigga fuck it's on when I catch em It's time to ride Bust em Fuck em [chorus] It's time to ride Who
hat fronting like Bad Boy ain't got tracks (Nigga, stop that) There's no guy slicker than this young fly nigga Nickel-nine nigga, floss you die quicker (Uh-huh) This fed time
?em, crooked, cell phone numbers, private Flip ?em, change ?em, prissy and boogie the hood Game of taste ?em, trissy's I?m runnin' ?em good Leather or silk
I got dolls with silk and sashes then I tore Out their eyelashes Mom would wonder if I was evil when I'd Covet my brother's Kenievel Christmas time is
slow Now Sire/Warner Bros. clocks all the dough As the record revolves money's gettin' made A.S.C.A.P. pays me every time it's played I chill in def leathers pure silks
cash they'll look the other way Just look at the cars as they go by Benz,Ferraris,trucks up high Beepers connecting players to big-time deals With all
got the socks and more pigeons up here Evilyn lost the fuckin' records Now it's show time, time to flow time Evil lost the records but we still gotta go time
Yeah, ah, Ice-T back in that ass, return of the real Muthafuckas fakin' and frontin' like they don't know what time it is Niggas on the streets ain't
I don't wanna get up. I don't wanna get up. I don't wanna get up. And I don't wanna get up. No. Verse 2: Sheets are made of silk. girl my bed is made
my sisters and brothers gettin' ready for bed Can't wait to get toys for all the break bread Mom's in P. Miller jammies and pop's silk Santa Claus comin
household name Weatherman tellin' us It ain't goin' rain So now we sittin in a droptop Soaking wet In a silk suit trying not to sweat Hittin' somersaults
