police Life goes in circles I know, I just wish they weren't so ugly Life goes in circles I know, I just with they weren't so stupid Life goes in circles
번역: 십오. 동그라미.
CONCORD police Life goes in circles I know, I just wish they weren't so ugly Life goes in circles I know, I just with they weren't so stupid Life goes in circles
like you don't know Regardless though I'm gon' glow even in my birthday suit And when it comes to that soft, yes sir'ee, I circle that too So when you
much swag, I stick out like a shark's fin You swimmin' in my water, I'm 'bout to let them sharks in Real niggas in my circle, and I don't let no marks
rec on the mic show out. married to the mob, so wives throw out. game all over that's right blow out what you know about getting raise we'd done thought of life fifteen
[Sheek] You in the circle line, what's wrong Ain't your yacht out yet Ain't you that Willie Benz pusher slash (?) Nigga please in the Hills of Beverly
Who been beaten, raped, lynched, robbed and stoned And caused to roam the earth in service 'Cause they couldn't maintain at home This dates back to fifteen
Just be clever for clever's sake Starin' at the ceiling into shadow fakes The circle-smokes in the ladies room only Got you as far as the roles assumed
the living room at 1640 In an abandoned warehouse in Miami At Owns Pizza and New Method laundry At Club Foot and the Farm in the city At the Dupont circle
night So I had to shoot him in the back of the head from 50 feet away I had to kill him it was self defense I was afraid he would circle back around
Fifteen thousand times a day I hear a voice within me say Hide yourself behind the screen You shouldn't be heard, you shouldn't be seen You're just an
Too bad about the weather But something even badder's gonna spoil her big day He stands by the mirror Feelin' he's gone fifteen rounds with Cassius Clay
't no leader You were more like a bleeder Who was trying to cry for us all You weren't no sage But your sense of outrage Sounded like a trumpet call Fifteen
the ride, so I can see some ass Clock one sista, fifteens in the rear Bump a forty, leaves me gawkin' here I hits 'em up for the circle, that's how I
strange man's face A half pint drunk with a full pint bottle He emptied out the bottle and he yelled, full throttle They passed Columbus Circle doing
it never took much to really get you back then Just some college ruled paper and my ball point pen Crackers, pimp juice, and my cranberry Benz We circle
Build your cages, pray for freedom Believe all your made up sages Sucked out from your social circle Is it worth the fifteen minutes? Sacrifice everything
