When Jesse James was a lad He killed many a man And he roamed over the Scarsdale range Robbin' from the rich And givin' to the poor He was dark and cold
you are alone Walking on fire, feel the way the world's inclining Walking on fire, hate to deceive Walking on fire, now the world will keep it's distance
keep You're sour, so sour, all is hope and trust is misplaced You're sour, now you are alone Walking on fire, feel the way the world's inclining Walking
Tradução: PS Te Amo Banda sonora. James Blunt - Same Mistake.
patent leather airs Pushin something we aint got our names on 2 '07's neither one of us is james bond We in the V.I.P.'s with the big names Fendi aviator
jumped up out this rave like Michael Jackson in thriller Iller than most emcee's cause I be killin' 'em Most emcee's turn into ghost emcee's Yeah, give
out Then I get low like they ride in da South yea I'm dirty I shine without da diamonds in my mouth say..Cheese Take a picture of da gold D's Then picture
s and low-low's, but most of us ridin' scrapers [Crooked I:] Please Lord forgive me, it's in me to toke Semi's Grope Penny and Remy, my pockets was so
got the key to whatever you need As we proceed we a long way from LBC BUt that's what you get when you fuck with the P-I-M-P I came through just to scoop
Trevor positive vibe merchant grandson of Lord Buckley Scotch Ralston shows up if you're lucky Ad Raspler the Sweed, a friend indeed he's keeping an eye on the other guy's
Chorus in the background)] Ayo, whassup New York City? It's the kid 50 Cent, and right now you turned into the G-Unit Radio! It's goin' down, you heard
You know what I'm sayin? I gotta give some P's up to my homies That's still doin them everyday thangs with me I gotta say what's up to my brother Stan
on my New York shit (WOO!) Big Pun on my New York shit Jam Master Jay on my New York shit [Busta Rhymes] BVD's and durags nigga Stand on the corners,
their humorless smiles so easy to see through, Can they tell you what's wrong from what's right? Do you remember St. James Street Where you blew Jackie P.'s
me "p" pop that thang First check her brain to see if she's sane, Deranged or strange or crazy as hell You never can tell these days Everybody got a little Rick James
let me "p" pop that thang First check her brain to see if she's sane, Deranged or strange or crazy as hell You never can tell these days Everybody got a little Rick James
: (K.Swift & P.James) Please forgive this platitude But I like your attitude You are just the kind I've had in mind, Never could find Honey, I'm so
