Tekst :

We were born pagans, never to live by the
book of lies, we, who blash the church
and spit on the cross, for we are the
unorthodox.

[Chorus (Ludacris)]
Eastside, eastside nigga wha?
(Eastside, eastside nigga what?)
I m talk bout da Westside, westside nigga wha?
(Westside, westside nigga wha?)
Northside, northside nigga wha?
(Northside, northside nigga wha?)
Southside, southside nigga wha?
(Southside, southside nigga wha?)

[Ludacris]
Good luck, time to get hood stuck
Caldasac trap, Mr....

I Thought I Felt Her Ghost Again Last Night
And I Kept a Fire Burning Through the Morning Light
You, Early Morning Diner On the Neon Range
You, You Drove Away As It Began to Rain

Twenty Months of Feedin Off Original Sin
Ain t Shut the Door Blown Open By What Should Have...

Sometimes I wish that I was the weather
You d bring me up in conversation forever
And when it rains I d be the talk of the day

Oh sometimes, I wish that I was a cold beer
I d rest assure that you would hold me near
I d...

Ohhhhh
Je veux pas qu`on me dise
Que t`es bien mieux la-bas
Je veux pas qu`on me dise
Que la vie c`est comme ca
Je voudrais plus voir
Jaimerais mieux plus sentir
Je veux surtout pas croire
Que c`est des choses qui arrivent ohh

Refrain:
Pour tous ceux qui reste
Pour ceux qui espèrent
Pour tous ceux qui marchent encore sans ta...

W codzienności uśpione
Myśli, słowa i sny
Zagubione spojrzenia
Próbujące znaleźć swój dom
Mały skrawek nadziei
Ktoś nadzieję Ci dał
Abyś zrozumiał to jedno
Miłość w Tobie znajdzie swój dom
Bo w nas - miłość znajdzie swój dom
Nasz czas - by powiedzieć to wprost
Że świat - jeśli tylko...