Autor: Andelika Lieker

Jacking is the shit in the ’94 Pack my nine millimeter ‚cause I ain’t finna go...

All around me are familiar faces Worn-out places, worn-out faces Bright and early for their daily...

I wish I was a hunter in search of different food I wish I was the animal which fits into that...

Und wie oft hast Du schon die Nacht mit einem Helden verbracht Und bist am naechsten Morgen neben...

I saw him dancin‘ there by the record machine I knew he musta been about seventeen The beat...