has come to call their bluff This is a battle cry for the common people The forgotten nowhere kids stuck We're singing this song for all of the common people
Vertaling: Street Dogs. Gemeenskaplike Mense.
time has come to call their bluff This is a battle cry for the common people The forgotten nowhere kids stuck We're singing this song for all of the common people
people the missiles and warheads might not matter. To many people nuclear reality is too huge to contemplate, Yet for all people the reality looms constantly
For my dogs in the pen, my niggaz hold your head For my dirties on the block, come up any way you can For my homies in the street game, trying to get
it all started you know Uh huh, uh huh What up Uh huh, uh huh Turn up my headphones man, uh huh uh huh I got a few things I wanna tell the people out
line. * To many people the missiles and warheads might not matter. To many people nuclear reality is too huge to contemplate, Yet for all people the
[Common] Yeah! Yeah! [Common] Nigga deep in the rhythm, experience speak Some keepin' the wisdom, the life hustlers seek I seeking it with em, i'm dope
tub with blood spill all over the floor, carpet to wall, i'm talking to y'all you can call your peoples my nigga i'm sparking'em all Barking at dogs
all started you know Uh huh, uh huh What up Uh huh, uh huh Turn up my headphones man, uh huh uh huh I got a few things I wanna tell the people out there
the line. * To many people the missiles and warheads might not matter. To many people nuclear reality is too huge to contemplate, Yet for all people
[Intro] For my dogs in the pen, my niggaz hold ya head For my dirties on the block, come up any way you can For my homies in the street game, trying
