all, you?re my son You take the moon and I'll take the sun By the way if the revolution comes Please take my rifles, please take my guns A single bullet
after all you are my son You take the moon I'll take the sun And by the way if the revolution comes Please take my rifles take my guns A single bullet
Tradução: Frank Negro. Bala.
Tradução: Sanción del Delito en la banda sonora Suburbia. Bala [Frank Negro].
place after all you are my son You take the moon I'll take the sun And by the way if the revolution comes Please take my rifles take my guns A single bullet
the death of a dynasty! So I told Vibe Magazine Workin' with Dr.Dre was a "DREAM! " I had visions of makin' a classic Then my world turned black, like
June Start the summer off, floating wit the guts maroon +Ricky Schroder+ paint job, colored +Silver Spoon+ Boys in black guts, black paint, midnight coon Black
reason I'm calling out for love Is there anybody home Bono: "Nice." Ray got caught Her fingers in the till Sent us home Money came to Will Frank came home With a black
: (feat. Black Ice, Desert Eagle, Frank Banger, INF-Black) [Chorus: Black Ice] The gang'll feel, we a gang of gangstas A gang of gangstas.. what up
: [Verse 1:] Im have visions like Frank Lack the milleniums dead Wakin up in this cell thinkin why am I here Can you tell me how many times can one
Aisha, daddy's home baby Aisha, what's going on? Aisha, hmmm What is this? Hmmm} {Hello, hello! Yeah Francis Hello? Francis, it's me Frank Stop I'm on the phone, who is this? Frank
in June Start the summer off, floating wit the guts maroon +Ricky Schroder+ paint job, colored +Silver Spoon+ Boys in black guts, black paint, midnight coon Black
-5's I won't lie, homicide, gram will cry, pray for me that I won't die, suicide, I won't try, bullets fly, drive-by, don't let it slide, do
under me Frank, I'm sorry you didn't get to see Your cell phone tape, hear yourself But to the motherfucka's who took Frank Williams aka Fast Black,
fuckin' screw-up Got introduced to the game, got a ounce and fuckin' blew up Choppin' rocks overnight The nigga Biggie Smalls tryin' to turn into the black Frank
play at the Staples Center You might miss The Game so nigga don't blink My Phantom stand out like Frank Lucas' mink So go ahead and think, like Frank
maggots in pork I'm dark and damp, enough to rush amps With the jaws of a flat bull or rusty can Danger, danger, danger, danger Danger, danger, danger