always have the shows No, i'm not sorry for a damn thing Don't take this away from me When it's time, we'll know it And take it coast to coast Our past
Перевод: Hit The Lights. Coast To Coast.
Originally by Elliott You're earth bound and I'm injured, We move too fast to remember in the drive onto me. Drive onto me, drive onto me We carved
Let's leave these lives tonight You can find us by the trail of our insides They were left at the scene of the crime We've tampered with evidence Finger
Fountains and flourescent lights. When season has come the snowbirds have crowded the nights. And old townies are tired of their beaches and bars being
I see the light bouncing off your cheeks But tonight I got these urges to taste you like you wouldn't believe Could be the night with the color of your
ll always have the shows No, i'm not sorry for a damn thing Don't take this away from me When it's time, we'll know it And take it coast to coast Our
(feat. Jaime Lacey) I found how to get to her now I'll whisper in her ear when shes asleep And beg her to love me When the morning comes she'll never
wanna do J-Ro: My flow is metaphorical Historicly correct What do you expect from a nigga With my intellect East coast representing West coast
on Hittin' shorty on the sink wit' the lights in the kitchen on C'mon! move quiet with all the DL chicks Who carry on Lincoln head up on my CL 6 Hit y
ha) Another banging niggas (ha ha ha) Chorus: All night To my east niggas West Coast and dirty south, we make ya wave your hands up high Light
’s out Kick it in gear It’s Ludacris All I needed was some chicken and beer You better, roll out while the coast is clear We've been hit with thick bottles
personify money, power, and bitches But when bitches been gettin money, that when shit get ridiculous I'm hittin switches like six fo's, bouncin and leanin The west coast
top now, and i did it my way, told them haters hit the highway, said I remember the days I would write songs (write songs), about the day when I could turn the lights
when D hit the set 'Cause what Donald-D wanted is what Donald-D'd get Donald's eyes hit mine and a smile crossed his face Then a light hit his ring
to make the wrist-double Hit ya then lower my gun and watch ya chest bubble Step up, feel the Teflon, black talent Rip through your vest, hit your chest
coast, grindin', blowin' heavy smoke Him you better tell 'em 'fore, won't hesitate to let him go They know I put that green light on them haters Keep
