third time, Santa Anna breached the wall and he killed them one and all. Now the bugles are silent and there's rust on each sword, And the small band
more i could say daddy was a part time farmer he worked the field for pay he'd rather have new shoes for them horses but late one day them horse run
fry s'etais fini Aaaaah Mafia k1 fry c'est pas fini depuis tout le debut on fais tout se qu'il faut pour reprezenter les mecs du ghetto Malgre les coup part
I can say. Daddy was a part time farmer. He worked the field for pay. But he'd rather have new shoes for them horses. But late one day, them horse run
t'en prendre une Dans l'contrat y'a aucune clause qui dit qu'on fume pas pour des thunes Le jour ou j'partirais, une part du ghetto s'en ira Dis au
(feat. Peedi Peedi, DJ Jazzy Jeff) Look my squad's half mandrill half Mandela My band bout seventy strong just like fela Yeah part melly mel part van
head upon my disbelief and bathed me with her ever-smile. And with a howl across the sand I go escorted by a band of gentlemen in leather bound NO-ONE
: (feat. Peedi Peedi, DJ Jazzy Jeff) Look my squad's half mandrill half Mandela My band bout seventy strong just like fela Yeah part melly mel part
fatal third time, Santa Anna breached the wall and he killed them one and all. Now the bugles are silent and there's rust on each sword, And the small band
more I can say. Daddy was a part time farmer. He worked the field for pay. But he'd rather have new shoes for them horses. But late one day, them horse