for me A rock 'n' roll made me free From the heart, from the heart From the heart, rock 'n' roll made me free From the heart from the heart From the heart
Vertaling: Generation X. Uit die hart.
Like Townshend said for me Rock and Roll made me free From the heart From the heart From the heart Rock and Roll made me free From the heart From the heart From the heart
rich you aint never ever seen good trick You want a problem, start it up (vroom vroom) start it up (vroom vroom) start it up (vroom vroom) wait a minute [x
And the girls are pretty Oh, won't you please take me home So far away (4x) Captain America's been torn apart now he's a court jester with a broken heart
much for me to not have you by my side cause no matter what your going through you know that im gon' ride yea Nas- You a brave girl Im a brave heart and car heart
Wesson What used to be superb now is depressing Negative energy Generated from the snakes and the centipedes You will remember me I just get the storm started Cold-blooded, warm-hearted
is mentioned With six degrees, I separate MC's, from a business man that's good From a nigga that was raised or just lived in the hood From what a nigga
The Shit We Chance With Risk, We Live On The Edge Of Cliffs Were Brave In The Heart, They Jet Lee No We Blaze It Apart, Blatant Aim For The Heart
ride hood rich and famous (X2) [Verse 1 - Allstar] I got to get this money, I got to, I just got to Not a little a lot from rap, but raw product I'm
they scared of giving birth How will I feed this baby? How will I survive, how will this baby shine? Daddy dead from crack in '85, mommy dead from AIDS
ba ba ba boom ba ba ba ba ba)(x4) (Slow it down?.) SHOT! Escalation Never Station Generation Separation Situation Dissipation Shot! Another shot another shot the tender is to(?) The heart
The warship I dock, is a property of his worship It's awkward when we talk about morbid conditions Vividly described, from this side of the lie detector Cypher nectar, from
fearsome Lebanon Don, Malcolm X beat threat CD massacre, murder to casette I blow the shop up, you ain't seen nothin' yet One man ran, tryin to get away from
with the bright white tank top Keep rollin 'cause I know I'll see my bank drop Homeboy if you wanna keep your riches Stay the hell away from them more money From
drink the blood of a street rat (he does) Yo, Monox Boogie where tha weed at I got 18 plus speed (uh huh) With a plus 2 dagger from the Tomb of Horrors
that's that old funny shit Yo we got the information yo where the money kid Fucking up ya generation like the mob I'm on my job, yo Brooklyn New York street heart
and authentic Far from a gimmick Suckers try and mimic But they just can't get it No, they don't have their mind on it I don't hear no soul in it They
