My kinda woman, I know that this is really love There'll be no breakin' up, oh no Here she comes, my kinda woman Here she comes, my kinda woman Yeah, you're my kinda
Tulkojums: Amerika. Mana Kinda Sieviete.
My kinda woman I know that this is really love There'll be no breakin' up, oh no Here she comes, my kinda woman Here she comes, my kinda woman Yeah, you're my kinda
m sayin'? My man Lord Finesse is my motherfuckin' nigga, you know? Evil E's my nigga, Islam's my nigga That's right they're my niggas I'm a nigga in America
good rapper to me is a dead one *Golly, Dad, is it ever O.K. to hit a woman? Son, in my day, it wasn't right to hit a woman. But now that equal rights
kind of get to you When you feel kinda small And all those things moving Up and down against the wall Then you tie on that bandana And you feel kind
those old crazy dreams Just kinda came and went Oh, but ain't that America for you and me Ain't that America somethin' to see baby Ain't that America
those old crazy dreams Just kinda came and went Oh, but ain't that America for you and me Ain't that America somethin' to see, baby Ain't that America
two and it's called my brain Shoot another brother? Not today Death from envy is the only way Here I can tear shit up 'cuz that's my style And these
America And it's a crime to smoke dank in America And it's a crime to be black in America And it's a crime to be black in America, come on now Keep
distillation I've got no room for a lie so verbose I'm looking out over my whole human family and I'm raising my glass in a toast here's to our last
can remember when you could stop a clock." CHORUS: Oh but ain't that America for you and me Ain't that America somethin' to see baby Ain't that America
in a cloud of dust I opened the door and got out But my benefactor made no move to follow The driver dumped my guitar and rucksack at my feet And waving away my
I've seen the Ides of March And I've seen the fall of Rome I've seen all kinds of stuff But I never see my home If my life-line is These million
sell My soul My self-esteem a dollar at a time For one chance One kiss One taste of you my black madonna I'd sell My soul My self-esteem a dollar at
Cha like a spoiled brat Bounce your checks like an acrobat Then after that, take half of that Still not gonna be tapping that I'll sell my life, gonna sell my
