you Wait for them Wait for them to go dear Stand over it Im watching you Wait for you Wait for you to roll here To roll down the hill
Vertaling: Velde. Rol die heuwel af.
a token booth It was on a hot wet night, I think it was a Saturday Right after that party that he lead out down the way Gunshots spread - everyday, all
up! My my my pockets swolled up! Say what, say what Just roll up! What's the hold up unload and reload up. Hellfire....Handle the hill? shellfire Kill
Killah Priest I leave the blood filling in the street I'm from the dark hills of Brownsville The seven shields on windmills across the killing fields
Rhyme sayers say a prayer, see a minister Drinks are on the house, the house is on the hill The hills are on FIRE, it started in the fields Smoke inhalation
s voice] Well hello there sweetheart. You ain't got no business out here in this cotton field, And that beatsack skirt And that hand-me-down shirt. Now
work for the po-po Shut em down Chorus: Go on nigga nigga do 211 Game mak-make 'em do 187 Shut that bitch down Shut that bitch down Were dat nigga
down to the wire And the walls came down all the way to hell Never saw them when they're standing Never saw them when they fell An ambulance rolled
scattered A workers cottage broken down And left in shambles Leave the path, strike out alone Up on the ridge I ramble Back to the wind, face wet with rain Above the fields
Miles of highway poppies A stretch of maybe flowers past Signal Hill away We were parked and searching For a hubcap rolling into the fields of thorn
school Never giving up Steady, standing on the battle field Feet firm to the ground like i stepped on chappel hill Flesh feeling frisky, sin persuades
and the rolling hills always called Arkansas home but when the war came like his father before he joined the army and went to the war leaving the rolling hills
Wanna grow, wanna grow on the side of a hill. I don't care if the train runs late If the checks won't clear If the house blows down. I'll be off where
get that thing, everybody look down and round and round Got the M-1 spittin' fire, bring yo' set to the ground Got the C-4 explosives in the black backpack Big Ed be puttin' down
goes rolling along in and out, hear them shout "counter march, and right about!" and the army goes rolling along Then its Hi! hi! Hee! in the field
of the gunfire was miles away Ah, softly we move through the shadows, slip away Through the trees crossing their lines in the mists in The fields on
