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(Rod Stewart, Ron Wood)
I think I know now what's making me sad
It's a yearnin' for my own back yard
I realize maybe I was wrong to leave
Better swallow up my silly country pride
Going home, running home
Down to Gasoline Alley where I started from
Going home, and I'm running home
down to Gasoline Alley where I was born
When the weather's better and the rails unfreeze
and the wind don't whistle 'round my knees
I'll put on my weddin' suit and catch the evening train
I'll be home before the milk's upon the door
Going home, running home
do
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[Chorus]
Yo I grew up like a Regular Cat
Some nigga hit me wit a signing
Shit, yo I'll settle wit dat
Went to my block, got it off and coped metal wit dat
So if a nigga ever frontin, I'ma wet im wit that
Yo I grew up like a Regular Cat
Some nigga hit me wit a signing
Shit, yo I'll settle wit dat
Went to my block, got it off and coped metal wit dat
So if a nigga ever frontin, I'ma wet im wit that
[Verse1]
My gunz, my credentials, I'm geased up
Hate a nigga that don't know me and swear that Bleek front
cause I'm a little nigga, so what, I did my than
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Intro:
You better recognize what. Snatchh your fuckin' head from your neck. Word
up it's the cold blooded sin. Strickly murder. Legion of Doom 94. Word 'em
up this is how we do that shit. Techs to your record son. Shit. Fuck that
shit. Word 'em up that how we're always been.
50 Grand:
Yo check it, I feel the vibe like Shanet
Collaborate on niggas brains and bend you ass like a Sinse'
My death sentense is danger
I black out like Joe Ripken niggas hittin' the floor like the chamber
The sick authorist transmits for no repent
And activate the plan the Pentagon
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(R. Villegas, C. Krauss)
Niebla! donde estoy a donde voy solo
Niebla! dejenme salir! de esta
Niebla! quiero ver la luz nacer de esta
Niebla! dejenme salir!
Estoy tan lejos de mi sol
Me alejé de su calor
El tiempo marca el dolor
Quiero volver a mi color
Déjame, yo quiero ver todo lo que hay ayer
Regresar a lo que está esperándome allá
Respirar y no hablar solo ver si soy normal
Renacer! ver la luz dejar de cargar la cruz
Javier Alzerreca (transcript)
© Loukass, 1994. Bolivia.
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