hear the rantings of a child An inner voice telling me I'm nothing The voice is mine, subject to the lie Heavy hand on heart Healing words to impart Heavy hand
Preklad: Volanie. Tvrdá ruka.
' stay hustlin' on that block until we caught And we gon' stay showin' off that jewelry that we bought And we gon' stay leavin' out the stores with heavy
[Busta Rhymes: A Tribe Called Quest - "Scenario" Sample] As I combine all the juice from the mind Heel up, wheel up, bring it back, come rewind RRRAH
day's frustration Traded for the night's lonely dream In the mounful quiet the past seems so close at hand But in the future-I hear it calling, calling
it whip on whip, it's off the hard I'm the neighborhood Pusha Call me sub woofer, 'cause I pump bass like that, Jack On or off the track, I'm heavy '
' Yeah, it ain't nothin' like I rush I get, in front of the band On stage wit the planet in the palm of my hand When a brother transform, from anonymous
just let some white boy die And the world goes crazy For blood-Latin blood I don't lie when I speak Well, they shackled my hands A heavy belt around
Listen up gangstas and honeys with ya hair done Pull up a chair hon' and put it in the air son Dog, whatever they call you, god, just listen I spit a
(Nathan) There is nothing glamorous in this simple town But there's this special flower that can only bloom right here And all the heavy burdens in our
This shit is fucked up 'cause some niggas call it tough love It's crazy 'cause you might know a nigga all your life And he got a twisted alterier motive
for the nonbelievers, that seem to think that Pimpin Aint EZ, A yo Uncle Snoop, let's go get these knuckle heads... Chorus:(R. Kelly): Pop bottles, shake hands
call it the - sexual chocolate Eh, good God y'all - sexual chocolate Ho, take it easy now - sexual chocolate Hey, eh-eyyyy now now - sexual chocolate Oooh, and they call
high like cocaine False pride is suicide but you've got nothing to gain Babylon's buildings rise like flames Drowning in their champagne Explosion pulled the pin in the hand
with a tan touch it like cocoa Smooth keep it moving at the back now Free as the needle that's moving through the track now Hands keep the drummer's
me higher than tuition wanna know whats goin' on let me paint a picture and if ya aint around lemme give ya a description corks everywhere, hoes everywhere loud music playin' heavy
kill yall and yall boss shotguns handguns louder than a band drum you fuckin with the drum major let me play you the anthem bang bang bang bang call it heavy
