[women singing:] Ain't no one special, special like you [4x] I been searching, but your the one I want in my life baby [4x] [eminem] I'm reminiscing
Women Singing: Ain't no one special, special like you (4X) I been searching, but your the one I want in my life baby (4X) Verse 1: Eminem I'm reminiscing
Vertaling: D12. Searchin ".
Rampage on stage,my crews in a rage Searched my posse,found the Uzi but missed the 12 gauge Maniac,I'm a rhyme brainiac,livin' on the edge of a razor
[Lil Boosie:] They cook?n there when I wuz 12, turned me against it sent me to the first funeral now im a victim[of the law] My daddy told em kids I
body and soul I know [echoes] [Chorus] [Anthony Hamilton] I didn't knowwwww There'd be troubles along the way (I didn't know there'd be troubles) Nobody
America: What Time is Love? (12" Version) by The KLF ---------------------------------------------------- In the year of our Lord Nine-ninety
the asteroids For atlanta upon the planet, lucky bandit, lost and stranded I became a force that demanded, life force took flight Like one course of the night, search
a spot on my liver Bustin' shots at my niggaz praying cops come quicker 'cause the life I got, somethin' not to live for My kid's 4' 5", and 12, surviving
there's always some idiot who says, "You sure you parked here" To call the police would be the move that's smart But instead you keep lookin' where you know you didn't park Searchin
I didn't know There'd be troubles along the way Nobody told me nothin' Nobody told me nothin, nothin' I went through, 8 different schools in, 12 different
Make a tuff nigga colorblind We rap for curb servers that hop in and out of cars Rep four cats wit 3rd murderers that pop in and out of bars D12, Strange
on everything counterfeit, the Don Mega Blade Runner in a beige Hummer all summer It'd take about twelve honkeys to convict The nigga makin' you sick ask the 12
rude world heard in the day, 4Lull'd by the moonlight have all pass'd a way! 5Beautiful dreamer, queen of my song,
is now starting to shake from holding in his anger) ... 12?!" Blue Guy: "I don't believe this!" Grover: "Do you have the 12, sir?" Blue Guy: "
Martin, I had a fender We were thirteen years of age Out back in the tool shed We were searching for a sound Every day all through that summer We'd rock
