all just passing through passing through, passing through sometimes happy, sometimes blue glad that I ran into you tell the people that you saw me passing through passing through, passing through
Vertaling: Soort van soos Spitting. Wat deur.
re all just passing through passing through, passing through sometimes happy, sometimes blue glad that I ran into you tell the people that you saw me passing through passing through, passing through
And I all my groups like kill? 'Cause that's where the money's at honey Yeah, the industry's filled with copycats R n' B mixed with sloppy raps Tribes like
the kind of brainstorm I get So when the wind starts blowing, sh-t, talking about goin' in? Goin' insane's more like it! Wizard of words when he he spits
taxes So if you follow the game, you might catch this Act like an activist, you know, active Nigga like me just has to spit acid Sucker like you just
, primera, la colona es mi guerra Homegirl just like luggage Fuck it, stuck with a steelo that you feel though Once it's gotta be true, but it's for real though just like
coloña es mi guerra Homegirl just like luggage Fuck it, stuck with a steelo that you feel though Once it's gotta be true, but it's for real though just like
real for life, roll down south For the wreckshop, for the hometown crowd My alias is that Go-Hard-Mexican Flowin' through your veins like medicine Wanna
my fathers that fathered, hold your head up for starters Teach your toddlers, not to be thieves and robbers This that other kind of rap, that leads to true hip hop There's other kinds
Pimp up through the Pimp up through the red see like moses the coldest phenomenon Let me take ya to the place where giliteen dreams And triple beams
much love And I got my mind twisted off kind bud I'm screaming out Dirty thug Sipping on the Cognac with the hardest buzz So tell me what it was What it be like
It's like shedding your skin And throw your clothes out the window Oh, face the person within It's like dying in public It's like learning to fly Leaving
they?ll scatter like quail Off down the freeway in the teeth of a gale Silent and shattered And numb to the core They count themselves lucky They got through
your eyes (Baby you got) Some kind of control on me Feels like you got a hold on me (Baby you got) My imagination running wild Infatuated with your physical Damn, I like
through the crust of the pale blue snow When the pine trees crack like little guns in the silence of the wood And the icicles hang down like tusks under
with him-- and him too But they still haven't gone through what I been through Excuse me, what we've been through Meaning me and you, see I'm just like
born beautiful, so right away They swore that they'd get themselves a house one day And read to each other, despite all the others That have passed through
