Situation's all critical You've got to look first before you go If you wasn't too sure then now you know The situation is all critical Wait OK you
?em in" she said Ringing bells in Saxton and Oakland bringing you home Ringing bells in Saxton and Oakland bringing you home Come on and Ringing bells
em in she said just for a day Just for a day Bring ?em in she said I said just bring ?em in she said Ringing bells in Saxton and Oakland bringing
my baby When she's gone around the bend Egyptian bells are ringing When it's her birthday Sweet nothing', I'm talking about you There's a hurricane blowing
yea away away this feels like the coldest day in a hurricane looking through a glass window and ya screaming to the top of yours lungs, and the bells
Bow, bow, bow, bow, bow Bow, bow, bow, bow, bow Bow, bow, bow, bow, bow Hurricane Bow, bow, bow, bow, bow Bow, bow, bow, bow, bow Bum bum bum Bum bum
, away, away This feels like the coldest day in a hurricane Looking through a glass window And ya screaming to the top of yours lungs And the bells done
my baby When she's gone around the bend? Egyptian bells are ringing When it's her birthday Sweet nothin', I'm talking about you There's a hurricane
crew and good captain well-seasoned Concluding some terms with a couple steel firms When they left fully loaded for Cleveland And later that night when the ship's bell
here-we're there-we're everywhere Highly intox-icated but we don't care (B-Legit) I'm from the H.I.L.L. the place where my niggas bell A mack muthafuckin
warning bell that rings It's a call, so our loneliness We can't see We roll the dice, we play like fools Plead with time to change the rules It's like a hurricane
make me sing [Chorus] Ya make me sing like a lone wolf howling Ya make me sing like an angel fly Make me sing like a church bell ringing to let you
But we are not snakes and what's more we never will be And if we stay swimming here forever we will never be free I heard them ringing the bells in
tells long for love, it started in new amsterdam, she's gone, gone through change, gone through planes and magazines, and that is all, the church bells
Raining slapping on the window pane An hour or more of teeming Storm punching like a hurricane That tore him out of dreaming Air screaming through the
in a cold, cold sweat You'll ain't see me crying And when it hurts, I'll carry the pain Reasons for dying I will unleash a hurricane I'm the pain in
a Mac truck When I'm sendin' 'em Yo, my funky rhymes flow, Kickin it like psycho And I'm exploding like nitro-glis, Coming like a hurricane bliss
