Tekster:
Gang Goodbye My Friends

, being wrapped into my skin am waiting for the last cry Goodbye my friends I'll be on tracks of the tears Goodbye my friends wrapped up now into my

I wake up every morning, kiss my wife goodbye Hug my kids, tell em I love em, my mouth, hit the fried I'm out on patrol, in my squad car, do I lay Where

of my rugers at you lame hoes This is how it goes with my bitches matters with a hoe Right through your dome 'cuz my chrome is my only friend Nigga

left to my own devices, I probably would Come on baby, say goodbye Or I could love you, if I try And I could And left to my own devices, I probably would Left to my

huan shang liu xing ge yin wei zhang xue you kai shi zhun bei chang wen bie You will start to like pop music because Jacky Cheung is about to sing Kiss Goodbye* *(Kiss Goodbye

spot my brain is shot all my circuits are shorted all the blotter I dropped the white girl that I snorted when I could or couldn't afford it my

[B-Real] I wake up every morning, kiss my wife goodbye Hug my kids, tell 'em I love 'em, I'm out, hit the ride I'm out on patrol, in my squad car, do

I come from the Bronx and not the Boogie Down Niggaz don't ever come and front in my part of town See everybody knows my pedigree There ain't another

left to my own devices, I probably would Come on, baby, say goodbye Or I could love you, if I try And I could And left to my own devices, I probably would Left to my