Tulkojums: Jones, Allan. O Holy Night.
Tulkojums: Jones, Allan. Donkey Serenade.
Jim Jones, what it here, homie? Killa Cam, Freekz Zeeky, Juelz, what's happ'nin? Hey, T.I.P., nigga I'm up in Harlem to put it down wit my muthafuckin
I've had good luck, and bad luck And no luck, it's true But I always get lucky with you I've been turned on, and turned down When the bars close at two
letters on We come to get you till the dead an' morn Knock, knock, wake up, mothafucker, you know who it is Killa an' Jones coppin' one dawn Big birds
Uh yeah Jones, uh Now we set them presidents, to get them presidents Over the ones that are dead, we'll put guns to your head Put dots on your loaf like
Killa This my man Jim Jones You know we been through a lot of devastation, larceny Defeat, misconceptions Man, fuck all that, I don't know what that's
You got a famous last name but you're not to blame Baby I see you for who you are A one time apple queen and a one time tramp And an old time movie star
All of your love, baby, can it be mine All of your love, baby, can it be mine I hate to be the one The one that you left behind All of your love, baby
Everyone suspected ole Willie's time was near ?Cause lately he'd been talkin' ?bout the Lord & leavin' here He said if I fight the devil when I die I
"From cradle to grave" I am woman, I am son! I can give birth to sheep, I can give birth to son! And I can be cool, soft as the breeze, I'll be a hurricane
I knew I shouldn't have left the apartment I knew I should've stayed in watching TV If I'd looked at the moon and looked at my stars I wouldn't be in
I ain?t got nobody here to save me But don?t think that I?m complaining I?m just saying that nobodies got anyone here at all Who can save them from their
The mayor gave me the keys to the city The welcome wagons already appear But again, I'll be packing and leaving For it's plain now that she once lived
by Don Chapel When you left I thought that I would soon be over you Even told myself that I would find somebody new Time and tears have come and gone
The jukebox is playing a honky tonk song One more I keep saying and then I'll go home What good would it do me I know what I'll find An empty bottle of
I've been living a new way Of life that I love so But I can see the clouds are gathering And the storm will wreck our home For last night he held you
(Georgette): You were just a picture on my baby grand (George): Yours was in my wallet, I showed to all my friends (Georgette): But the world rolled
