Letras:
East 17 Gold

be sold a lie should never be told 'cos life is worth more than gold Gold we don't need it do we ... Gold gold gold gold gold Gold we don't need it

damn line pop trunk, surround me and my partnas, yeah you know we comin down diamonds in our grill tell me how ya feel nigga wassup, yeah we got gold

' Strictly insane and we do the damn thang It's the big bad Eastsider rollin' Now how many blocks we controllin' Two 0, two 1, one 5, 17 and 11 One 9

Toy Dolls braechten mich zu Bett. Ich wuerd Vanessa ihre blauen Haare rosa faerben Und 3x jede Stunde kaem' "Ein Guter Tag zum Sterben" East 17 wuerde

pussy, you need a Kotex Latex because they're drippin' vaginal juices So many so called gangsta niggas and their booty producers Now watch the act that's vanishin' Gold

(English carol, 17th century) The first Noel the angels did say Was to certain poor shepherds In fields as they lay, In fields where they lay Keeping

: (English carol, 17th century) The first Noel the angels did say Was to certain poor shepherds In fields as they lay, In fields where they lay Keeping

(English carol, 17th century) The first Noel the angels did say Was to certain poor shepherds In fields as they lay, In fields where they lay Keeping

(English carol, 17th century) The first Noel the angels did say Was to certain poor shepherds In fields as they lay, In fields where they lay Keeping