Vertimas: DOA. Jums nereikės Stand Alone.
the storm you won't stand alone we'll all fight back with every stone not just for yourdelf we do it for all reach out for our help you won't stand alone
got bottles over here Kush is in the air... we good (O. D. O.D.) Bithces over there... we good (O. D. O. D.) Money on the floor we good O.D. O.D everybody
tell you yes, wherever you go And I bet my life won't one say no Ain't nothing like a Too $hort fan I ain't tripping, you can play it again Don't fight
for guidance For safety for the brave, p.o.w. slaves Will be used as shields to pierce and drill To drip tears, when a declared won't mingle With the
on the Prowler Blaze up a blunt as I tell you all about it Kill'a of the Hill'a, crawl like caterpillar Pour a fo-fo up in my grapes as for real'a This
you think you are, man? You know who you're fucking with the ic motherfuckin p, g Why don't you all step the fuck up before you get shot, boy Keep running
what you believe and call it a night This ain't the light-weight, cake mix shit that you're used to Teflon territory you just can't shoot through You
me C.O.D. that's Coke and them O'z D Some O.D.B. off them O'z of D I ain't give a fuck, as long as they ain't close to me Put your drugs in the air,
letting every nigga know, if you wanna play a part, you gotta have heart. This organization can't stand playa hation, now. Do you believe? Wanna achieve
i've finally put you out of my misery. i don't love you either, it only hurts when i breathe. i always knew you'd leave me, let you string me a long.
slam) Keep keep it on Jam, S A L T pump up the bass S A L T pump up the bass S A L T pump up the bass S A L T pump up the bass On and on keep it on
who can't stand them TV dinners You sure eat enough of them motherfuckers Who bought you that diamond ring? Yeah right, since when did you have a job? You
all ages watch a brother roamin' on stages name rings a bell from state to state province to province till you can't escape it's radius a margin bruisin
's a stage, street's the cage We dungeon rats Outkast and Goodie Mobbin Enough of the petite talk, I'd rather have a nigga with a perm Ain't got to have
did you know? What did you care? What did you know? What did you care? What did you know? What did you care? What did you know? What did you care? Anarchy
I come correct and I won't look back 'Cause it ain't where you from it's where you at Even the Ghetto, nobody smiling, ghetto, nobody smiling, ghetto
