line Gotta cool it, I know [Chorus:] Hard to hold back - when I'm loosing ground It ain't so bad - when my friends around Don't need advise - when I'
line Gotta cool it, I know [Chorus:] Hard to hold back - when I'm loosing ground It ain't so bad - when my friends around Don't need advise - when
Tradução: Kingdom Come. No es tan malo.
line Gotta cool it, I know [Chorus:] Hard to hold back - when I'm loosing ground It ain't so bad - when my friends around Don't need advise - when I
who wanna walk it and talk it teach it and preach it they love it they live it they'll go it wherever they leaded chorus we kingdom people we willing
what's hard for me that don't make you flee when I enter your vicinity, you see my God ain't never after me So yo I be wised up with Greek To go and
maneuver and then take y'all They don't know me, they don't know me They don't know me, they don't know me Evidently they don't know me How could I fake
wouldn't tell a lie, Take it out of town go and get my money right. And if it ain't bout cash, I don't really care I'm straight 'bout cash, I'm a hood
was this bad! ' His ass doesn't care, trying to fight back but it doesn't fair Why my mom let this nigga come in here She begins to come to tears, I'm screaming 'it
of gangsters, I show and respect to her Truly glamourous, she ain't impressed and it shows She don't like your new clothes, she don't care about your
gassed up Tell them to keep it running, I?m keeping the grass cut No snakes, royalty hating niggers don?t get no pussy So it?s more for me, she invited
got the music in your body and you can't comprehend When your mind won't wiggle and your knees won't bend Music ain't nothin' but a people's jam It's
and some pepper spray It's all bad, it's all bad It's all bad Our Father who art in Heaven How it be thy name Thy kingdom come That's the prayer that
t done a thing in school that was this bad!' His ass doesn't care, trying to fight back but it doesn't fair Why my mom let this nigga come in here She begins to come
with what I'm goin' through 'Cuz I know that You're here when I'm callin' You Everything's just fallin' through But ain't nuttin' too hard for You So please come
. if it wasn't for the guillotine, there would be no umbilical cord. isn't it pitiful? at our pinnical, they make it sound so pinnocchio. that's how i know it
