Dr. Dre Nationowl, Teksty Piosenek Zagranicznych
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Artist : Dr. DreSong Titel : NationowlAlbum : Unbekannt-------------------------------------------------------------------(All right, is everybody ready *YEAH!*)(Alright now, here we go)Nationowl divides this bomb to blowAdios serials worldwideOnce inside ya ride, usin the mic like a screwdriverto break down the speedWhile labels were sound asleep, Nowl peeped and creepedand stole the ground beneath they feetFar from the bail, still makin my salesMovin tapes like weight, we's hip-hop carteltakin over, no doubtLike thongs, they ass out but win amounts with the DoctorDre, all day cash his chequesLike Play, I hittin you in the head like strays (BUU-YU-KOW!)Nationowl's defence covers my assand team o' outcast niggas who're quick to blastOur beat's on hit, keep the peace onMC's couldn't find my path (Where you at niggas?)Chorus:Pledge a legiance to my teamLet's scheme, nigga, we gots ta get CREAMCos worldwide shit's outta controlWhy you can't get down with NationowlYoung and old, my niggas who's on paroleWhy you can't get down with NationowlBitches who own, my niggas whose heart is coldWhy you can't get down with NationowlNationowl's anthem, got'cha soul on lockstill fully loaded, cocked the handgunComposed like the Phantomwhile the face of earth gets ugly, we ever lovelyBitches who never duck me, "Nowl loved me"In thinkin I must spend dough til I'm dizzyAssholes around like a frisbyAnd for satisfaction chew an MC like WrigleyHistory's about to be made, I met'cha in a waytryin ya hardest to delayMy flight batterin, keep the world ringin like *?Sadaran?*Lyrics bone shatterinPretenders wantin to be Cinder-rellaWhat? That shoe you tryin ta wears, not fittinNow we're strippin niggas like a ChippendaleI'm rippin hell, burnin the devil and inhaleChorusIn the last days, which side will you be on?Nationowl's on the side that I beat onI demand put me onFrom the door I use MC's to wipe my feet onMy shit be bumpin like in-grown hairFor twenty-six years trained in ghetto warfareNigga, I see more green than St. PatrickPro actors, game of life with no practiceControllin craps like I had a remoteIt's a rule, now go enter ya tombNo joke, much over I scoldIt's some game for all who's tryin ta split ya coatsBest believe that these are our last yearsPrepare or get done from the rearAs we move there, where? The final frontierUnited we stand, divided we don't have a prayerChorusAre you wit me East Coast?Are you wit me West Coast?Are you wit me?Are you wit me?Are you wit me West Coast?Are you wit me East Coast?Are you wit me?Are you wit me?
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