over I must have dreamt of the end They'd be young forever as long as they stayed in the dome But Barbarians came and set fire to their home Exposed the dome
Tercüme: Kilise. Kubbe.
French: Dome Epais (from Lakme) Sous le dome epais, ou le blanc jasmin A la rose s?assemble, Sur la rive en fleurs riant au matin, Viens, descendons
paranoid Noid, I got the big boy joint Noid, we got these niggaz all paranoid Boy, Lench Mob is on point I got to warn ya, this is California Home grown, get ya dome
Years of fears, but yo my foes couldn't bear I searched for the truth since my youth And went to church since birth, but it wasn't worth the loot That
worse They do it for panurch, but I do it for the purse And I'm still on the search, sometime I go to church Seven deuce old school Cadillac with the
preacher killa Crooked preacher killa Crooked preacher killa Crooked preacher killa Crooked preacher killa I walked into the church dressed up, as
ass like a thong I brings it on (Esham) Bitch, I'm back when you thought I was gone I'm sipping shots of syrup straight to the dome I'm all up in your
I walked into the church dressed up as an altar boy i seen a preacher, he said little boy imma Teacher, put his hand on my shoulder felt the claw of the
4 death Got a thousand for you bitches tryin' to handle this Representin' Eazy E's Compton city G's My buckshots put holes in your truck windows Another casket closed as the church
Titanic flow, Titanic dough, women on my nuts like "Where da Titanic go?" I been scourin' da earth, makin' my fans Catch da holy ghost at my shows like ya grandma at church
fly He saw washing hanging in the sun He caught a fleeting glimpse of a man Moving uphill, pursued by a bus He saw a white church with a Three blue domed
sobriety These clones Who be flippin like new phones be surprisin me Turned out They happy just to be in the house So im a call emout I aint no church
for they knew who u was missin, nigga You can either have a gun at the chain, or one at the brain I have hoes back of the church, hummin' ya name Even
For the love of the team, trying to double the dream Be greatful like the church psalm my grandmother sings I'm rubbing my rings across the domes of
a sucka, Crack home run. how did it feel to have the mic hit ya dome, son? Uh! I tried to make your head ring like a church bell. I put it on ya hard
s on for real, indeed, lex leonardo Shells that's hollow, six whipper through the 52 globe of horror Carry the stainless steel armor Nurture the church
