re bound to make my day C'mon you sucker, make my day C'mon you sucker, make my day C'mon you sucker make my day Make my day!
Tradução: Rabia. Make My Day.
bound to make my day C'mon you sucker, make my day C'mon you sucker, make my day C'mon you sucker make my day Make my day!
someday G But right now I got my mind set up Lookin down the barrel of my nine, get up Cause it's time to make the payback fat To my brothers on the block
of Silence Inside this cage Where they captured all my rage and violence In time I learned a few lessons Never fall for riches Aplogizies to my TRUE sisters Far from bitches Help me raise my
G' But right now I got my mind set up Lookin down tha barrell of my 9 Get up Cause it's time to make tha pay back phat To my brothers on tha block
E-40, Rappin 4-Tay, Spice-1) Weeble-lations!! [E-40] Weeble-lations testin, testin. Testin, testin, hey, turn my mic up, this a bitch, I got my dudes
: "What do I do next?" said the bishop to the priest, "I have spent my whole life waiting, preparing for the feast, And now you say Jerusalem has fallen
to stalk and kill As I lock the wheel, don't you mock the drill 'Cos I'll cock my steel, make you drop and spill Got no mercy unless you talk to deal
Cypress Hill Soul Assasins we smokin 420 all day we ain't joking serve it up oh yes and the hard stuff excess of the zes make it sound right beat it up
together? Make the change cause we're all in the same gang [Tone-Loc] Now as a youth I used to get my bang on And on the ave get my part-time slang on
voices from miles away Saying things never said Seeing shadows in the light of the day Waging a war inside my head Feeling strangers staring my way Reading
pain inside amplified by the fact That I can't get by with my 9 to 5 And I can't provide the right type of life for my family Cuz man, these goddam food
inside amplified by the fact That I can't get by with my 9 to 5 And I can't provide the right type of life for my family Cuz man, these goddam food
disgraced the race of a atheist Intercepting missles wit my bare hands like a patriot One track sliced without swords, I buried the Christ corpse In my
