I need a long walk With someone who knows what to do I need a long talk I need a helping hand to pull me through I need a tall drink With somebody who
Översättning: Bad Company. Lång promenad.
I need a long walk, with someone who knows what to do I need a long talk, I need a helping hand to pull me through I need a tall drink, with somebody
I was born in sewage, born to make bomb music Flow tight like I was born Jewish Used the streets as a conduit, I kept arms 38 longs inside my mom's Buick
nigga, it's time to promote the new LP (what) So we packed our bags and hit the road for two weeks Nigga, here comes bad company But when we got back
same Desert Eagle, dog When birds fly out of my hands And to my people, dog, ya understand? The white-man can't fuck with me I, Hoo-Bangang in the streets, Hoo, my company
He stays on the shells and denims Beyond his wildest fantasies never really thought he'd be drilling 'em But ah, bs119 and wore black tvs and a long purple
want the world to see.. [S] I'm a gangsta gangsta Gangsta niggaz do your dance (C-Walk, C-Walk homey, yeah) Gangsta bitches wave yo' hands [Bad
in Donkey Town Too long, baby too long Checking out of Donkey Town So long, so long, so long Checking out of Donkey Town So long, so long, so long
a long, long way and you might need some company But I just couldn't hear him and he just let me be And my father before me, walked this road the same
record company done hired Chino XL to come and repossess they deal back So now I put the fly in your eye like an Ethiopian starving Life the game that you will no longer
fucker and um respect Find out what it means to me New York Walk knots with electric ninjas who bark bounce with punked out whip Like my company Delorean
WALK SOME PEOPLE LIKE TO RIDE SOME PEOPLE LIKE TO FLY SOME PEOPLE PREFER THE TRAIN RIDE IS SIXTEEN COACHES LONG YEAH THE TRAIN RIDE IS SIXTEEN COACHES LONG
about me I don't have nothin' to hide, I want the world to see I'm a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta niggaz do your dance C-Walk, C-Walk homey, yeah, gangsta
Jazz? Oh, you're gonna see your sheba shimmy shake [Company] And all that jazz [Velma Kelly] Oh, she's gonna shimmy 'till her garters break [Company
shoot Might take a long time to get it, by the time I hit it I done ran Bubble Tape around them Chiclets, poof I ain't the bomb, I'm the company that
a psychic and a laywoman I see love and I like to make it happen What we get from your war walk The ticker of the nation breaking down like a bad clock
ll need a killer essay or do not even hope and glowing letter from your betters Any chance you know the pope oh no too bad cause that would be a coup
