for my chance I will hunt you 'till death Strike you down on the chase If it takes my last breath I'll strike you down an the chase Strike you down
翻訳: 激怒. チェイス.
my chance I will hunt you 'till death Strike you down on the chase If it takes my last breath I'll strike you down an the chase Strike you down No break
Rampage on stage,my crews in a rage Searched my posse,found the Uzi but missed the 12 gauge Maniac,I'm a rhyme brainiac,livin' on the edge of a razor
a river of red red wine Run... (let's have some) Fun... (we'll) Drink... (a toast to the) Sun... In summer the bushfires rage and rage and rage
electric chair We had to get 'em up wid two thugs Runnin' side by side wid number one Murda mo drop my guage on 'em When the po-po chase If they catch
it's your morals at stake You're a young man who's willing to wage war Break from the mold, never do what you're told After all what are feelings of rage
begin. Then i worked even harder, 100%, and they liking the way that i grind everything. I try to be nice at first, politely knocking all light at first, now im raging
into town, rolls up his pants Together they take a stab at romance and disappear Down Flamingo lane Well, the maximum lawman run down Flamingo Chasing
still handlin' Smokin' more reefer than Redman and them damaging MC's And my name's Rick Gees you endangered species For what I do I'm about to up the fees I'm paper chase
really HOPE SO! [Snoop Dogg] Hmm, lay low, nobody move until I say so Limo tint rollin deep like the President See I don't go to clubs, I never chase
thing, really HOPE SO! [Snoop Dogg] Hmm, lay low, nobody move until I say so Limo tint rollin deep like the President See I don't go to clubs, I never chase
and i see me) (And ya calling me a homeless hobo, while I'm laying on my suede couch listening to mojo) {Snipe ya in the head from a tower, or chase ya
and I see me And ya calling me a homeless hobo While I'm laying on my suede couch listening to Mojo Snipe ya in the head from a tower Or chase ya naked
with a meat cleaver, Yo! Shaggs and J, Insane Clown Posse. Runnin with a meat cleaver, Yo! Pyschopathic! [Myzery] From the NY come Myzery the red eye and raging
And I'm gonna sit here until I chase every memory off I'm taking this heartache with a grain of salt Yeah I'm gonna sit here until I chase every memory
