Tekst :
Still they dig for goldFooled on city streets
With no regard for mine
We watch the same repeats
Repeat the same mistakes
And swore we d get it right next time
Riding high in Wonderland
Another runner in the UK
See the crossing from Wonderland
Shipping it back to the USA
We gave all hope and house
Giro s to Khyber Pass
No one wants to live next door
Who runs the northern line?
Who rules the Union Jack?
Nothing s really cricket, watch the score
Riding high in Wonderland
Another runner in the UK
See the crossing from Wonderland
Shipping it back to the USA
After all we heard it all before
And still the wheels go round
And for all the changes that were made
British standard, where s the standard?
The Chinese take-away
On empire s striking back
Watch clockwork soldiers fall in line
Land of hope and glory
Ruled by class
Still the British way of life
Riding high in Wonderland
Another runner in the UK
See the crossing from Wonderland
Shipping it back to the USA
Tekst :
Straight up, A town, that s my type, thugged out from the hood thats what I like, neck ears is shinin so bright, any paperor plastic anything I like, oh, u see I like em kinda cool ,black shades, black tee, and black shoes, candy-painted impala
on 22 s , straight up gutta thats just my kinda dude.
[Chorus:]
Where my Chi town gangstas,
And all my midwest riders,
and all my east coast hustlas, cause we don t need no bustas, I need a bounce off G, one to give me what I need, them boys
from the west coast see, that can only go a chick like me, chick like me
All my fellas need to hear me, I want yall to hear me clearly, I m not the picky type, I like my thugs from every city,
GA, LA, on back to Philly, but them dirty boys, oh they do something to me,
See I have to disagree, I like my thugs from the NYC, steady choppin on that gangsta scene, ridin in cars upon that
gangsta lean
[Chorus:]
Where my Chi town gangstas,
And all my Midwest ridas,
and all my east coast Hustlas,
cause we don t need no bustas,
I need a bounce off G,
one to give me what i need, them boys from the west coast see, that can only go a chick like me, a chick like me.
[Rasheeda:]
Red monkey jeans hanging low with a black tee, got a mean swag and he trappin on the back street, now man there s somethin
bout them g s that make Rasheeda s temperature jump 100 degrees , is it the money or the candy paint drippin, or the way he
hold me down and keep it pimpin plus he know just how to....
cant get enough so he always ....
Where my Chi town gangstas,
And all my mid west ridas,
And all my east coast hustlas,
cause we don t need no bustas,
I need a bounce off G, one to give me what i need, then boys from the west coast see, that can only go a chick like me, a
chick like me,
Where my Chi town gangstas,
And all my midwest ridas,
And all my east coast hustlas, cause we don t need no bustas, I need a bounce off G, one to give me what I need, them
boys from the west coast see, that can only go a chick like me, a chick like me
Tekst :
Who can say for certainMaybe you re still here
I feel you all around me
Your memories so clear
Deep in the stillness
I can hear you speak
You re still an inspiration
Can it be (?)
That you are mine
Forever love
And you are watching over me from up above
Fly me up to where you are
Beyond the distant star
I wish upon tonight
To see you smile
If only for awhile to know you re there
A breath away s not far
To where you are
Are you gently sleeping
Here inside my dream
And isn t faith believing
All power can t be seen
As my heart holds you
Just one beat away
I cherish all you gave me everyday
Cause you are mine
Forever love
Watching me from up above
And I believe
That angels breathe
And that love will live on and never leave
Fly me up
To where you are
Beyond the distant star
I wish upon tonight
To see you smile
If only for awhile
To know you re there
A breath away s not far
To where you are
I know you re there
A breath away s not far
To where you are