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
Tag, hop clop" Step two, hire the director Keep it gay, keep it gay, keep it Two-three, kick, turn, turn, turn, kick, turn Ulla Step three, raise the
la ves. Facil como uno, dos, tres. Mr. DJ, play that rola otra vez. And watch how my people go off. Under the wooden cross, who's the boss? Nadie brinca
it all betta flake up And when that shit hit the waters, shit go to ballin' That dope all betta fall in, I bought coke back on 84 Back when wood used
The wonders arrive, statues change position Stone eyes open up, pupils follow me inside This is the time, the twisted mind of Priest White wolves leap out the woods
hoes them dog ass hoes I'm kickin' kickin' kickin' on them dog ass hoes Well I guess I got to start with this bitch named nell A dick suckin' cross thrower
line, watch Bobby cross it Hoes with the diamonds on your toes, come on and floss it I be one of those tall skinny cats with the four-nine Three-eleven
where I hang People love my twang Call us country or southerners man We gon' keep doin' our thang Whether you like it or not Rollin' up so fresh, so clean Wood
to Heaven With three nails and two cross ties I tell you, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Well, well, He has, yeah, oh yeah Three nails and two cross ties No
slowly sinking As we laid his body down And we sang three verses of Dixie What a friend we have in Jesus Walk in the garden And the old rugged cross
got a cross around her neck that she ripped off from a schoolgirl in the subway on a visit to the city She likes how it looks on her chest with three
and nephew (C'mon) And now you hate Fred because Lethal left you Pecker wood mad cause his record went wood No, respect in the hood, fled to his neck of the woods