on the moon, the world of silence But it tells you all the secrets that it hides Man on the moon, prowler of the night Man on the moon, tell man the
Tłumaczenie: Running Wild. Man On The Moon.
ticklish baboon On the way to the moon with a stick and a broom And the cream of the crop, hip hop, 'cause we be Crackin? the whip on the poppin? Be
so on, some people are bashful Some people just love to get their flow on (They flow on) So here goes one to grow on I'ma go on and on and on till the
Beyond a level where I could'nt take it no more Put it on shorty then I bounce through the backdoor She said hold on baby come here blaze it on the floor
It's coming on the end of August Another summer's promise almost gone And though I heard some wise man say That every dog will have his day He never mentioned
on the block, never seen him before Selling incense and oil, my man thinks that he's the law But why on earth would this be on their agenda? As he slowly
treasure I'm still wild, still Tical, still gritty style, foul, crimi-niminal, individual Sing a song a six street, pocket full of chits Too many rappers be on
every man want to stand by his kids and his wife Too many lost kids in the night Hand on heat, grippin' it tight Any man want beef could get it right
've read the writing of the smoke and breast-fed on the sound of drums I've learned to hurl the tomahawk and ride a painted pony wild, To run the gauntlet
I say Full moon Man You are a long lasting lover. And I'll be running with you Even if you wanna run forever. On love rolls on forever. Love rolls
could feel the same as me We didn't have to fight On the other side of town Running with the boss sound Running with the boss sound Running with the
young I've read the writing of the smoke And breastfed on the sound of drums I've learned to hurl the tomahawk And ride a painted pony wild To run the
could feel the same as me We didn't have to fight On the other side of town Running with the boss sound Running with the boss sound Running with the boss
of the moon Closing up the gates of the city The wind it plays a wild tune Don't you put a lock on your window Don't you put the bar on your door Don
Together then we ran This boy became a man They burn on those hearts of fire They burn on those hearts of fire Hearts of fire And by seventy two I was running