Ricky Ross Carol City Cartel Cool and Dre Designer jeans and a hand full of dough Bottle of that rosey, pass me some mo' I got mo' cars, mo' clothes
blaze "You are the first will be my last will be my final words" Said she Ahh, pyretta blaze Said she "Ahh, pyretta blaze" Said she "Ahh, pyretta blaze
Blessed are the one way ticket holders On a one way street Blessed are the midnight riders For in the shadow of God they sleep Blessed are the huddled
, down, down In a blaze of love, blaze of love Blaze of love, blaze of love Ooh, I'm over the edge In a blaze of love Down, down, down Blaze of love, blaze
I gotta guitar all my own, I gotta quarter for the telephone I ain't headed down this highway all alone One two three and maybe four honey, they're knockin
- let's make our way and the mess the fools have made won't stop us in our way the feast of blaze la-la the feast of blaze la-la let's go - light up
Styles like Al Pacino Reno until the carcelino The mad dino with the cambino, the gambino Digger than Jim Colisemo More reservoir dogs than Tarantino
(Laugh) Dance Back door, cracked we don't need a key We did it for free No b after sleaze Drink that cooly follow my lead Now you're one of us You're
He rode a blazing saddle He wore a shining star His job to offer battle To bad men near and far He conquered fear and he conquered hate He turned our
that Heaven sent, wipes out in rage All guns, all guns blazing All guns, all guns blazing All guns, all guns blazing All guns, all guns blazing
So fuckin' blow those words out the back of your head I've heard it all and I'm done with that shit You tell me lies and you get what you get So blow
Best run. They come from all directions For your identity, for your freedom, To give the Mark of the Beast. Rebel. They don't come in peace. Believe,
Kostymen den skaver och jag har inte duschat Idag r igr och idag ska jag sitta kvar Jag fuskade med mina svar Den svarta kostymen ska av Kostymen r inte
So tell baby tell your true heart Say what you say when you're all alone I'm trying, trying to try and feel you And see if I see I'm feeling alone And
Styles like Al Pacino Reno until the carcelino The mad dino with the cambino, the gambino Digger than Jim COlisemo More reservoir dogs than Tarantino
and i walk there's many i find believing in honesty, favours, all hopeful and i've learned like many alive of miracles, parables, healings of faithful
THE BATTLE'S JUST ME AND YOU SORRY, ME AND YOUR CREW THERE'S NO WHERE TO RUN, SO WHEN YOU END UP GETTIN' BLAZED, PUT YOUR ASHES IN AN URN AND MAKE SURE
this uh It's like this yo Yo when I rap on a song Where you at is the storm And when the gat's in my palm Where you at is the wrong Call me blaze