Maestro... Young Moolah Baby (Young Money) Arite (Arite) Yea (Wut We Is) I Wouldn't Care If You Were A ProstitutE and That You Hit Every Man That You
Misses Wayne We Can Do The Dam Thang..And Thangs You See I Had To Tell My Nigga Lil Boy I Met A Girl Like You Prostitute Flange Lyrics Cuz I Aint Never
Maestro... Young Moolah Baby (Young Money) Alrite (Alrite) Yea (Wut We Is)(2x) I Wouldn't Care If You Were Prostitute That You Hit Every Man That You
A strong wind is blowing through the heart of me Change is rushin' in I look into the sky All that I can see is how empty I have been Suddenly I feel
They will come for water They will come for gold They will sit beside you Do as they're told They will have their reason They will steal your cause They
Another prostitute Another killer Goes down in history Someone's hero Another temptation I know the crime I know the cover up I know the prison It's everywhere
I had the impression That deceivingly You dress down so no one But the monster sees The sound I'm hearing It must be a sign... Now my monster is on to
Now there's no way in Now there's no way out Did you lift me up Just to let me down I lived your secret life There out on the plane God I know I'm in
First season alone Drinking dirty water Forced out of her home No rich man's daughter Now she braves the cold But fears the loneliness I don't blame her
We bought the bullets We bought the guns Played every puppet One by one Prayed for your weak spot In the name of love Crusade this twisted plot Comin
She walks through this house today Collecting things to be thrown away Start with love When he's gone Now she can move on 'cos it's only love And when
I don't need you I won't heed you I don't need you And I would bleed for you Analyze me Try to disguise me Hypnotize me But I won't bleed for you I know
Here... in here You belong Here... it's clear You belong I wish a falling star could cause The world to disappear All I want is to Be all alone with
Mother I am your naked son Wonder If god is in anyone Your land Smeared into ruin and dust Why have we all turned to stone? Have you foreseen this...
I wake up in the evenin', the sun is still around The street seems to be busy, I hear the traffic sounds Last night's been lousy, I had a lot to drink
Maestro... Young Moolah Baby (Young Money) Arite (Arite) Yea (Wut We Is) I Wouldn't Care If You Were Prostitutin That You Hit Every Man That You Ever
I wake up in the evening The sun is still around The street seems to be busy I hear the traffic sounds Last night's been lousy I had a lot to drink Too
Tulkojums: Flangos, Kip. Es gribu tevi.