your pride Tell me why were you so afraid? Tell me why were you so afraid? Tell me why? Tell me why? Tell me why were you so afraid? Tell me why were
Перевод: Техас. Tell Me Why.
this way Fire the bullet and find That you don't know what you left behind When we laid you to rest Tell me why were you so afraid Tell me why were
this way Fire the bullet and find That you don't know what you left behind When we laid you to rest Tell me why were you so afraid Tell me why were you
Soakin Wet And I'm Not From Texas But I Hold Em, Rope Em, And I Yolk They Neck U Gonna Make A Playa Choose Tell Me What That Thang Will Do Class Is
I just a little baby boy, my momma used to tell me these crazy things She used to tell me my daddy was an evil man, she used to tell me he hated me But
wavin the bandanna Tell the tool man how I handle the damn hammer Try to punk me and I'm breakin that man camera Just tell MTV to send a doctor the bill
in the crib, told me that I was difficult Told me I should go back to the days when I had the glistening too Then she tried to tell me I should go back
WORLD WILL SAY IF THEY COULD WATCH ME TAKE MY LIFE I WONDER WHAT THE WORLD WILL SAY IF THEY COULD WATCH ME TAKE MY.. - [gunshot] {"You got mail!"}
ll see Hate won't ever live as long as me End of the bullet where the karma be Why you wanna try to come talk to me Try to ask me if Rick Ross still a
me and now it's lookin' like hella-smoke under aid they lettin' me pass the velvet rope and it's like getting reckless feeling like a lone star Texas
you give to me it's easy But the longer I wait for this moment to break me I'm fine living a lie Wondering why Thinking it's over Now what have I done
superstar, feel me I tell ya, shorty million dollar, nigga Don't test, 'cause lil' shorty is a rider, nigga Got my click behind me.. every step of tha
to him and I said "Hey, (smacks his boy), we don't hit." He looked up at me like, "Here's your sign, dad." Why can't they get the picture? Why don't
for war. If you a hustla, make your dough. If you a gansta, let your gun smoke. Krayzie: Took a trip out to Texas and I find real niggas, remind me
To scoop me, blowin' dukey, in the black Range-Rover Nasir, tell these motherfuckers what we came for Tell these niggaz why we here Nuttin' but the New York to Texas
