them were searchin' for lost souls That driver never ever saw the stop sign And 18 wheelers can't stop on a dime There are three wooden crosses on
them were searchin' for lost souls. That driver never ever saw the stop sign. An' eighteen wheelers can't stop on a dime. There are three wooden crosses
Перевод: Трэвис, Рэнди. Три деревянных крестов.
of them were searchin' for lost souls. That driver never ever saw the stop sign. An' eighteen wheelers can't stop on a dime. There are three wooden crosses
force be (why?) Case they gotta make a band member strip naked like Aubrey So, they hate and they say But the AK's a cross from the tommy like Shenene
occured Time to show these free world leaders the three and a third I am no longer scared now, I'm free as a bird Then I turn and cross over the median
get up and walk, leavin the concrete bare with the chalk outline still there I smoke 'til I choke and I sex a lot I got a cross on my chain but it's
call em care cabbage Read em and weep, put em to sleep they hell bound Lyrics will leave em spell bound Clown now tired of being held down Cross
to cut yo head bald Tupac wear a bandana,you wanna wear a banadana (what do we have here now) Tupac put a cross on his back,You wanna put crosses on
m supposed ta Apl. d. Ap. on the mic, let me set it right Take you on a ride flight to the other side One point to the other we providin ya You could cross
, it's all washed up [Chorus - 4x] Back, back, back, back, and forth from Ca-lI to New York [Verse Three: Dove] We, we, we, we regulate and cross plates
Good afternoon mr. mangini (good afternoon) Yeah, I’ve got ahh.. three problems in my class (mmmhmm) The first one is the dinco d (yeah right) He’s always
jam of the mic) Keep it movin' along, keep it movin' along (It's the L-the O-the N-the S) [Verse 1: Dinco, Milo] Three in this to grass it up like me
real it's tight up in the struggle tryin to get this fuckin meal, why? Niggaz act shifty so I shift a long three tri three chrome, it's the same ol
true baby, you can live trife Whatever way you chose you got to leave your life Aiyyo you're running out of time, and you bout to cross The finish
c'mon) Yo Bus a Bus, (UHH) rockin to the beat (Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yi-yeah yea) Floss time, Busta Rhymes shine on every primetime Mastermind gettin this paper now cross
