Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song White Style, artist - Suie Paparude.
Date of issue: 09.02.2004
Song language: English
White Style |
Trust is a concept already known |
Each and every project I’ve started has grown |
Up until the day that concept has gone |
Gone by the wind the mother fucker has blown |
Blown with the forces of King Solomon |
Duck to escape the debris from the bomb |
Ten times heavy than the massive King Kong |
Trust is a concept already known |
Strong ain’t enough to keep up, now go home |
Where mama kept the applepie sweet and warm |
35 degrees but the pool was your own! |
Thinking bout the day that trust will be gone |
You don’t like the shit your mind has just born |
An evil concept for the future you saw |
With your eyes closed. |
It don’t wanna go! |
So blow the fuckin' principles |
And try to say no! |
Me get the microphone! |
Wicked stylee… |
Me get the microphone! |
Wicked stylee… |
Thinking about the white, white stylee… |
All of them nation for the stylee… |
Some of the are killin' all of them gangstas |
And all of them are killin' the entire world |
But some of them are jammin |
Till the break of dawn is coming |
And they are killing their bodies |
Till the fat is gone for good |
Some of the are black, some of them are white |
Some of them are war combatans all night |
Some of them are politicians, |
Some of them are tacticians |
Some of them are practicians, |
All of them: a nation |
Thinking about the punana, thinking about career |
Thinking about how many money could they make in one year |
Bad babylon burn bredda but I am man of men |
Me get the microphone, callin up for Zion! |
Thinking about the punana, thinking about career |
Thinking about how many money could they make in one year |
Bad babylon burn bredda but I am man of men |
Me get the microphone, callin up for Zion! |
Me get the microphone! |
Wicked stylee… |
Me get the microphone! |
Wicked stylee… |
Thinking about the white, white stylee… |
All of them nation for the stylee… |
(Listen to this:) |
Ask him if he is the one from the street |
The one that you put your entire trust in |
The same that the other day was giving you a thing |
The same that today is taking away the same thing |
Are you ready for the war? |
Trust is a concept already known |
Each and every project I’ve started has grown |
Up until the day that concept has gone |
Gone by the wind the mother fucker has blown |
Blown with the forces of King Solomon |
Duck to escape the debris from the bomb |
Ten times heavy than the massive King Kong |
Trust is a concept already known |
Strong ain’t enough to keep up, now go home |
Where mama kept the applepie sweet and warm |
35 degrees but the pool was your own! |
Thinking bout the day that trust will be gone |
You don’t like the shit your mind has just born |
An evil concept for the future you saw |
With your eyes closed. |
It don’t wanna go! |
So blow the fuckin' principles |
And try to say no! |
Some of the are killin' all of them gangstas |
And all of them are killin' the entire world |
But some of them are jammin |
Till the break of dawn is coming |
And they are killing their bodies |
Till the fat is gone for good |
Some of the are black, some of them are white |
Some of them are war combatans all night |
Some of them are politicians, |
Some of them are tacticians |
Some of them are practicians, |
All of them: a nation |
Thinking about the punana, thinking about career |
Thinking about how many money could they make in one year |
Bad babylon burn bredda but I am man of men |
Me get the microphone, callin up for Zion! |
Thinking about the punana, thinking about career |
Thinking about how many money could they make in one year |
Bad babylon burn bredda but I am man of men |
Me get the microphone, callin up for Zion! |
Me get the microphone! |
Wicked stylee… |
Me get the microphone! |
Wicked stylee… |
Thinking about the white, white stylee… |
All of them nation for the stylee… |