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Ozzy Osbourne, DMX & 'Ol Dirty Bastard - Nowhere To Run (Vapor Trail)(South Park OST)[Lyrics]
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Credits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
The Crystal Method
The Crystal Method
Stimme und Gesang
Ozzy Osbourne
Ozzy Osbourne
Stimme und Gesang
DMX
DMX
Stimme und Gesang
Ol' Dirty Bastard
Ol' Dirty Bastard
Stimme und Gesang
Fuzzbubble
Fuzzbubble
Stimme und Gesang
Rocky Reid
Rocky Reid
Gitarre
Richard Fortez
Richard Fortez
Gitarre
Cok Price
Cok Price
Gitarre
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Ozzy Osbourne
Ozzy Osbourne
Komponist:in
Rick Rubin
Rick Rubin
Komponist:in
John Eaton
John Eaton
Komponist:in
Ken Jordan
Ken Jordan
Komponist:in
Scott Kirkland
Scott Kirkland
Komponist:in
Jack Blades
Jack Blades
Komponist:in
Earl Simmons
Earl Simmons
Komponist:in
Russell Jones
Russell Jones
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
The Crystal Method
The Crystal Method
Produzent:in
Rick Rubin
Rick Rubin
Mischtechniker:in
John Eaton
John Eaton
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
D. Sardy
D. Sardy
Mischtechniker:in
David Schiffman
David Schiffman
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Tony Woodroffe
Tony Woodroffe
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Carl Glanville
Carl Glanville
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
John Meredith
John Meredith
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Vlado Meller
Vlado Meller
Mastering-Ingenieur:in

Songteksten

Fuck that shit, you know what I'm sayin'?
I'm a give a shout out to my ****
I ain't givin' a shout to no-fuckin'-whitey, fuck that
Big Baby Jesus in the motherfucking house
Know what I'm sayin'?
Unh, fuck it
Unh, come on!
Unh, Unh
I don't walk, I stalk, livin' foul like pork
Shuttin' down underground streets of New York
Hawk is what them **** call me, cause they all be
Suckin' my dick and on my mother fucking balls, G
I know the half, so I laugh wit' 'em
Blood bath went I let the fuckin' rap hit 'em
Full clip, but only half did 'em
That's all it took, another crook
Taken out over a dirty look
I bag ****, but **** with trash shot dead
You're only takin' a fuckin' thing from me but hot lead
You know my style faggot, cause I'm always schemin'
In jail, **** holdin' a sink screamin'
"Police," but you got no peace
Yo, was that you big man, and a lot mo' grease
All I gets is pounds, **** want none of this
Back streets are like track meets cause I be runnin' this
Ain't nowhere to run (cause I be runnin' this)
Ain't nowhere to hide (come on)
Ain't nowhere to go (cause I be runnin' this)
Reaper saved your soul (come on)
Surrounded by the colors, I see crimson, black and blue (come on)
Locking open doors again
I'm still afraid of you (straight up, motherfucker)
Light to dark, then light again, I always thought I knew (come on)
Young to old and young again, what's left for me to do? (straight up)
System of the universe, selecting me in time (come on)
I'm falling down upon the earth, and singing truth in rhyme (come on)
If I was a rolling stone, I'd roll until I flew (come on)
And if I was a garden I would bloom in black for you (Dirt Dog in effect)
Ain't nowhere to run (cause I be runnin' this)
Ain't nowhere to hide (come on)
Ain't nowhere to go (cause I be runnin' this)
Reaper saved your soul (come on)
Ahhhh, yi yi yi yi (come on)
Ain't nowhere to run (cause I be runnin' this)
Ain't nowhere to hide (come on)
Ain't nowhere to go (cause I be runnin' this)
Reaper saved your soul (come on)
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
What you motherfuckers invented
Is the craziest **** that ever been invented
Ha ha ha ha ha
Most know, don't front on Ol' Dirty Bastard
Ha ha ha ha
I call on Jesus
There's no obstacles that you have to jump
There's no walls that you have to climb
This is real, this is elementary, dear
Elementary, Watson, elementary
Ahhhhh
I ain't no picture on your fucking wall, necklace wearin' bitch
You don't want this money till it's rich
Buy my album, coded by Dirty, set you free
Go against the grain, I got to pee
I know you don't recognize me now
I done cocooned
How many lightning bugs do it take to light up a fucking moon?
Brothers, people, you'd better get the fuck off of me
We don't need it, it gets more ugly
Bitches was tryin' to bust their ass
Tryin' to get away from me when I said my real name
I call myself in the bitch butthole
All the same, all the same, all the same
Ain't nowhere to run
Ain't nowhere to hide
Ain't nowhere to go
Reaper saved your soul
Ahhh yi yi yi yi
What, motherfucker?
Don't try to psychology my shit, motherfucker
Cause you'll never psychology it, motherfucker
Never, never, never, motherfucker, never
Written by: Earl Simmons, Jack Blades, John Eaton, Ken Jordan, Ozzy Osbourne, Rick Rubin, Russell Jones, Scott Kirkland

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