Traducción: Cortez, Alberto. Mas uma pequena caminhada.
Traducción: Alta Joda. A pequena caminhada.
I never let you down I'mma shine on sight Keep your mind on your grind and off of mines, alright? Hard, I'mma ball on them squares, I flow Quarter-million
Yo Black is flashy like Alpo gun happy like Pappy Sneaky muthafucka remind me of nigga that crack me He aint the type you shoot dice with and win dog
Deeper than every ocean Deeper than every river That?s what your presence brings to me Revealing the words I listen Seeing you in my silence Learning
Woke up this morning all alone I got a ringing in my head I couldn't take it anymore today She left me here for dead Oh woah, yeah, yeah And it should
If I never saw you You'd still live in my dreams Calling out from stages And music magazines ?If I were a painter You'd be green and gold Carved out of
They said the joint was rockin' Goin' 'round and 'round Oh baby, with that crazy sound And it never stopped rockin' 'Til the moon went down You know
Around the world, around the world Around the world, around the world Around the world, around the world Around the world, around the world Around the
I'm sittin' in the railway station, got a ticket for my destination On a tour of one-night-stands, my suitcase and guitar at hand And every stop is neatly
Back in the day when things were cool, hey All we needed was bop-bop, bop-bop, bop-ba-domp Ooh, bop-bop, bop-bop, bop-ba-domp Well, well, well Back in
We came, we came, we came again To stem the tide and point the blame Came back for more, came back to see what you had in store Everyone join the line
(Jorma) Hey yo, new Lonely Island, 2011, let's get 'em Kiv! (Akiva) Hey yo my dick don't work, that shit is soft as a pillow, My girly lookin' at me like
We're here to make a change So all can be free A call has been made And we're back, we're back Oh, we're back We're back, so start cuttin' up 'Cause
Life goes on in the streets of my hood when you die But some cry, and gets by, while others choose to wonder why His life was took at such an early age
I'ma born killer, you're face to face with Scarface You tried to ice an X, but thats a motherfuckin' waste Your schools fucked up G And your momma shoulda
[scarface] I woke up to a tune on the radio, check it An old church hymn behind a breakbeat record (yeahhh) Sounded kinda funky so I pumped it, right
Chorus: scarface Money and the power, money and the power I ain't fallin short I got the Money and the power Yup! hehehahaha, hehe ha hah hah.. yeah