What's behind, Your black door? I wanna know, I wanna know, yeah, May take a week, honey, It may take more, I wanna know, I wanna know, Ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh
Tradução: Las Claves Negro. Negro puerta.
***a, let's go man, let me walk you up to the... come on... n***a where the keys at, n***a we need to open your door, n***a! [The Game] I got love for
cut the shit up, like raw keys Like that from Crystal Lake and my last name is Voorhies It can happen niggas, dog keys, and still gun it down Only cause
dealers were crooks They leave niggaz eyes cut out; what it means to us He seen too much, but we don't give a fuck Black truck pull up to the door Infa
this Murdered nobody Left em all baseball'd down, brotha Three wicked ass 6's, Gucci colors {Busta Rhymes} MONEY! Drop dead on the floor Nigga, pass the keys to the door
: [foot steps] [keys clink] [door opening, door creak] [Pre-Intro:] Oo-ooh! Oo-oo-oo- oo-ooh! (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeeah!) Ooooh! Oo-oo-oo- oo-ooh! (yeah
Verse 2] You?re a power-slave somewhere in time Peace of mind, keeper of the seven keys Seven churches arrive under the sign of the black mark Two megatherium
know if I can cause I know that I've lost my keys. I'm here front of the door and I'm feeling a bit lonely I'm sitting on the step just like a black
white lab coat my coffee thermos and my notes. I pat my pockets. I got the keys to the secrets of the observatory. And closing the door, I feel
s a helicopter blade And a bit of a truck He's got no more quality time To be going on adventures Spending mornings on black keys Using the board Or
dropper, cold hall, and knocked on the door of room eighteen. "Quien es?" "It's the Preist, kid, I live next door." He could hear someone hobbling across
: I, I'm driving black on black Just got my license back I got this feeling in my veins this train is coming off the track I'll ask polite if the devil
gotta announce we back in The place where my crew go, iced out Jesus face and Parasucco Bread sick I need your Pluto Black Menudo, in the candy black two-door
face, sayin it's safe To run in your release party sprayin the place Or catch you when you least on point, putting your keys in the door Behind you with
the crimson king. The keeper of the city keys Put shutters on the dreams. I wait outside the pilgrim's door With insufficient schemes. The black queen
in the hall. Outside your balcony I have a room with a view and I'm watching you. I dial your telephone each and every afternoon. I wait by your door
