dying And for the first time, I realized My sergeant lied! On my way home in a body bag A one-way ticket, but I couldn't brag I was seeing green, seeing
Перевод: DRI. On My Way Home.
were dying And for the first time, I realized My sergeant lied! On my way home in a body bag A one-way ticket, but I couldn't brag I was seeing green,
my beach home Think I'm from the swamp the way I step out with them gators on On the hood of that old school, I be smoking trees on it Just copped a
Road. [CHORUS] R-I-D to the G to the E-R-O-A-D This ade to life is all I know,think I'll go back to Ridgeroad. R-I-D to the G to the E-R-O-A-D My
(all the louis bags) she nearlly got him strait from (bale harbour (bale harbour)?) i told my home boys i'd holler (i'd holler) i got plans for my date, my
Beach (East-side!) Came a long way, to makin these songs play It'll be a wrong move, to stare at me the wrong way I got a long uz', and I carry it all
Anything that I want I can get it, boy You know you turn me on and on That's why I switched my frame of mind To be there when you call, always on time I
dressed 'cause I shop at Models Deep in Brooklyn I ride the elevated trains Used to ride the D to beat the morning bell At Edward R. Morrow out on Ave
a hand? Cuz I'll deep throat your dad Then he'll cum on my face.. before I go on MySpace An every guy wants my lipstick smeared on his nutsac Let's
realest *-h-i-t you ever quote Let’s go! My president is black, my Lambo’s blue And I’ll be goddamned if my rims ain’t too My momma ain’t at home
Christmas! But I think I'll miss this one this year. Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas! But I think I'll miss this one this year. Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas! But I think I
came home, I know he wanna bone. (I know he wanna bone) (But what about J.R Writer) I'm a skill 'em And when I wr-wr-write 'em, I'm a grill em. The nigga
cause u r my girl... [Verse 1: raptile] my princess, my wife, my queen my daily struggle, my life, my peace never thought somebody takes over my
One Tweezy Sunday, gettin me some sleep please!!! I'm on my way to the Dec to hit Jazzy Tee's, holla!!! [P. Diddy] Aiyyo I'm from New York man! I'm from
409 I always rhyme elite,stay on beat Travel in a posse when I walk the street Loved to say my rhymes when I used to max Now I don't speak much,I save my
:] I represent from LA All the way to (NY NY) And when I get down I get down here in LA All the way to (NY NY) And when I parley I parley here in
we touchdown From my arrival until my departure Guarantee I put this D I C K in somebody daughter, aye I still have my way with the ladies across the
