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Oversættelse: Chingy. Dem Jeans.
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Yeah, let's take 'em back Uh-huh Comin' up I was confused, my mommy kissin' a girl Confusion occurs, comin' up in the cold world Daddy ain't around,
( cradle will rock soundtrack ) Maybe you wonder what it is Makes people good or bad Why some guy, an ace without a doubt Turns out to be a bastard And
CHASTITY'S SUN (ORIGINALLY TITLED "RUBY JEAN AND BILLIE LEE") WRITERS JAMES SEALS, DASH CROFTS Chastity Sun, you are the one That can make me smile When
That will be the end of 50 cent on shady aftermath I'm moving forward in my career if Dre had got creativly tied up onto The Game project if he's confused
jeans I want them back, hear his sweet words of goodbye My jeans I want them back, them back, them back My jeans I want them back My jeans I want them back My jeans
on the ground Same jeans on for four days now Everybody?s dressing up, I?m dressing down I?m not making a fool of myself So believe me baby I can tell Same jeans
Contract, contract Contract, contract of black halos Go, run your mouth Your open mouth, run your open mouth Close your open mouth, close your open mouth
We walked on glass all day long With eyes rolled back It came with smiles, it came with gestures And it came with motives Investing flowers in one hand
I will speak careful formulations of defense, these wary methods Words with no echo, this is an unfair architecture And my fists surrender to my emotion
They rest, they rest, they rest, they rest They rest on the coast and the tide is impending We pull at the motionless and static But the torrent has crowned
Your eyes, your concrete eyes Cross crisscross my path Walking in circular patterns Shoe shine your ammo, polish your metal I need not your wicked weapons