Tekster:
Horse Stories

Great Horsey Champer Goldbraid Pranced proudly In the garden villas With the Sun Dipped diving with his horned onyx saddle Shining in the black aped

There's a pale horse comin' I'm gonna ride it I'll rise in the morning My fate decided I'm a dead man walkin' I'm a dead man walkin' In St. James Parish

wasn't expecting this, that's why ya (Hahaha) Gotta hope for the best and play 'em for the worst, c'mon (Muhfuckers is history) C'mon This the story

music [Common] Yo check it yo In this never-ending battle to please Niggas, magazine writers, MC's Who request hot shit, I freeze And tell em where I was rose, we always said cold Hold your Horses

eleven Reebox bitch which you need not To do is get fly, cause where I'm from, bitches get speed knots Slow your monkey ass down and hold your horses

Yogi man, I'm sicka this shit bruv, swear down, just as things start looking up, it all goes to shit again, story of my fucking life! I don't wanna

(Eminem) Ay, yo This next song, is a true story (Come here, bitch!) Cause some things in this universe, don't make sense But somehow always seem to fuckin

so You can talk to your girl I won't lie to you baby You know you shouldn't fall for everything that they tell you Unless you get it straight from the horse

There's a pale horse coming And I'm going to ride it I'll rise in the morning My fate decided I'm a dead man walking I'm a dead man walking In st james