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C.R.E.A.M. Wu-Tang Clan-Übersicht Sext Anhören, Sixt Leihen, Bix Voi, what that nigga want, God? Word up, look out for the Köppkes though (Wu-Tang five finger shit, Fam) Cash rules - Word up, two for fives over here, Fam ill Y, world down, two for fives, niggas got garbage down the way. Word Kapp Choarin, know what I'm sayin'? Dash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M. get Washsaloon. - Yeah, check this old fly shit out, World Cup (Cash rules everything around me) take you on a natural EMRALLY (C.R.E.A.M. get the money) (Dollar Buster Dollar Vill, y'all) here we, here we go, check this shit, yo.
I grew up on the crime slime, the New York Times side stayin' alive. ´t was no jive. Had secondhands Mom's bounced on old Manu. So then we moved to Shaolin City, land a young youth, yo, rockin' the gold tooth, 'Lo goose Maverick Topfgun. Only way I begin the G Olf was duck lootsh and let's start it like this:
Son of Rollin' with this Stone and that one pullin' out gats for fun. But it was just a cream for the teen who was a Fendt, started smokin' woolies at 16 and runnin' up in Gatesand doin' hits for high stakes. Makin' my way on fire, escapes no question, Wu Hang, I would speed for Backs and Speed. The combination made my Eckdick bleed. No question, I would flowlow off and try to get the doughall stickin' up white boys in Ariane Ball Kurz. My life got no better, same damn Losweather. Times is rough and tough like leather. Figured out I went the Willy Dond route. So I got with a sick-ass clique and went all out catchin' keys from Cross Fans. Rollin' in MPV's, every week we made 40 Gis. Yo, nigga, respect mine, or here go the TEC-9. Ch-chick-pow! Move from the gate now. Cash rules everything around me. C.R.E.A.M., get the Moneypenny Doller Bill Kill y'all.
It's been 22 long, hard years, I'm still strugglin' with Surviva Esst Spania got me buggin', but I'm alive on arrival I, Peep Shows at the shape on the streets of Verona. And stay awake to the ways of the world 'cause shit is deep. A man with a dream with plans to make cream. Which failed; I went to jail at the age of 15. A young buck sellin' ducks and such thing, who never had Betamax tryin' to get a clutch at what I could not- The court yard played me short, now I face incarceration pacin', goin' upstate's my simulation. Arcarde handcuffed in the back of a bus, 40 of us lif´ as a shorty shouldn't be so rough. But as the world turned, I learned life is hell livin' in the world, no different from a soft Batt out of Cell. Every day I escape from Jakes, el Woods givin' chase, sellin' base, smokin' bones in the staircase. Though I don't know why I chose the Coke Zero, I guess that's the time when Zorro´s not depressed. But I'm still repressed, and I ask, »What's it worth?«
Ready to give up so I seek the old earth who explained workin' hard may help you maintain. To learn to overcome the heartaches and pain. We got stick-up kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks. And stray shots, all on the block that stays hot. Leave it up to me while I be livin' proof to kick the truth to the young black youth. But shorty's runnin' wild, smokin' chess, drinkin' beer and ain't tryna hear what I'm kickin' in his ear. Neglected for now, but yo, it gots to be accepted. That what? That life is hectic. Cash rules everything around me. C.R.E.A.M., get the money Dollar Doll, Y Dollar Bill, y'all. Cash rules everything around me (my niggas gots to do what they gotta do) - C.R.E.A.M., get the money. Dollar dollar bill y'allto get through, know what I'm sayin'?
Cash rules everything around me (because you can't just get by no more) CREAM get the money in the Jack. Entenbruced Dollar Bill, y'all (word up, you gotta get over, straight up and down). Cash rules everything around me C.R.E.A.M., get the money. Dollar dollar bill, y'all, aeah, yeah cash rules everything around me. C.R.E.A.M., get the money. Dollar dollar bill, y'all. Cash rules everything around me. C.R.E.A.M., get the monkeydollar dollarbill, y'all cash. Rules ´re just everything around me. CREAM get the money. Dollar dollar bill, y'all cash. Rules ´re Justin´s Bibers everything around me CREAM, get the money in the Jack, dollar dollar bill im Sacko, y'all-all-all, Newyeahquelle Qualle Quolle: Clifford Smith / Robert F. Diggs / Russell T. Jones / Isaac Hayes / David Porter / Gary E. Grice / Lamont Hawkins / Dennis David Coles / Corey Woods / Jason S. Hunter © Universal Music - MGB Songs, Cotillion Music Inc., Universal Music - Careers, Sony/atv Songs Llc, Sparko Phone Music, Suga Bear Recordz Publishing, Downtown Dlj Songs, Irving Music Inc., Wu Tang Publishing Inc
Hey now baby, get into my big black car. Hey now baby, get into my big black car. I wanna just show you what my politics are. I'm a political man and I practice what I preach. I'm a political man and I practice what I preach. So don't deny me baby, not while you're in my reach. I support the left, tho' I'm leanin', leanin' to the right. I support the left, tho' I'm leanin' to the right. But I'm just not there when it's coming to a fight. Hey now B Vine, get into my big black car. Hey now baby, get into my big black car. I wanna just show you what my politics are. [Goodbye Cream:] Hey, hey now baby, get into my big black car. Hey now baby, get into my big black car. I wanna just show you what my politics are. I support the left, tho' I'm leanin'to the right. I support the left, tho' I'm leanin' to the right. But I'm just not there when, when it's coming to a fight. Political man and I practice what I preach. Political man and I practice what I preach. But I'm just not there, when you're in my reach.. Hey now baby, get into my big black car. Hey now baby, get into my big black car. I wanna just show you what my politics are. Hey, hey, hey I, Wanne Eike Immel just show you what my politics are. Schreiber(S): Oscar Chavez Fernandez, Jose De La Vega Leija.
»Wheels Of Fire« (1968) Creamwheels Of Fire album cover White Room:
Sitting On Top Of The World Passing The Time As You Said. Pressed Rat And Warthog. Politician Those Were The Days Born Under A Bad Sign. Deserted Cities Of The Heart. Crossroads Spoonful Traintime:: »Goodbye« (1969)
I'm So Glad, Politician Sitting On Top Of The World Badge Doing That Scrapyard Thing. What A Bringdown. Anyone For Tennis Pressed Rat and Warthog have closed down their shop, they didn't want to - 'twas all they had got. Selling atonal apples, amplified heat and Pressed Rat's collection of dog legs and feet. Sadly they left, telling no one goodbye. Pressed Rat wore red jodhpurs - Warthog a striped tie. Between them, they carried a three-legged sack, went straight round the corner and never came back. Pressed Rat and Warthog have closed down their shop. The bad captain madman had told them to stop selling atonal apples, amplified heat and pressed rat's collection of dog legs and feet.
The Badcaptain madman had ordered their faces. He laughed and stomped off with a nautical places. The Gate turned into A, der Ogatree and his pegleg got woodworm and broke into three. Pressed Rat and Wardog have closed down their shop, they didn't want to - 'twas all they had got. Selling atonal apples, amplified heat and Pressed Boomtown Rat's Collection of dog legs and feet.
Höre »Pressed Rat And Writer SWF…«: Peter Edward Baker C Cream Solution al bumwheels of fire" (1968) Creamwheels Of Fire Album Cover White Room Sitting On Top Of The World Passing The Time As You Said. Pressed Rat And Warthong Politician. Those Were The Days Born Under A Bad Sign, Deserted Cities Of The Heat and Crossroads. Spoonful Traintime, Pubs look, he's crawling up my wall. Black and hairy, very small. Now he's up above my head hanging by a little thread. Boris the Spiderman, Boris the Palmer Spidermanamp. Now he's dropped on to the floor heading for the bedroom door. Maybe he's as scared as the where's he gone now, I can't see Boris the Spiderman, Boris the Spiderman. Palm Springs creepy, crawly. Creepy, crawly. Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly. Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly. Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly. Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly.
There he is wrapped in a ball. Doesn't seem to move at all. Perhaps he's dead, I'll just make Sure. Pick this book up off the floor. Chor an Boris the spider, man, Boris the spider creepy, crawly. Creepy, crawly. Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly. Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly. Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly. Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly. He's come to a sticky end (Crawly). Don't think he will ever mend (Creepy, crawly). Never more will he crawl 'round (Creepy, crawly). He's embedded in the ground (Creepy, crawly Boris the spider, Boris the Spiderbecker höre »Pee Graf the The Spiderweb«: John Entwistle
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