Traduzione: Merl Haggard. Run 'Em Off.
Traduzione: Kendrid. Fuggire.
Traduzione: Kid Rock. Run Off To La.
, yeah Why don't you run off to L.A., why don't you run off to L.A. Why don't you run off to L.A., why don't you run off to L.A. Why don't you run off
yeah, yeah Why don't you run off to L.A., why don't you run off to L.A. Why don't you run off to L.A., why don't you run off to L.A. Why don't you run
you were a fool You never stopped to notice all The stolen clothes stacked in the hall From the others who scaled the wall just to Find themselves fun off
right by me. Chorus: Who can I run to, To share this empty space? Who can I run to, When I need love? Who can I run to, To fill this empty space
terrible thing No you, your so smart, so smart you that didn't call my bluff, And if you could, you just would If you run! If you run! If you run away
're scared around, Conversations you're never wrong. You're better off, New relations, You're better off, You're better off, You'd be better off
ya man toes roll up But don't you trip off what I'm sayin' Cause tonite girl I'm not playin [Chorus] [Bridge:] Would it be alright if I kissed your lips Run
up by the feds because of snitches Shoot up your whole block with the fully's hittin' switches Since I was new to the city Ya thought bustin' caps was gonna scare a G off
take yo girl, I jus mite laugh Ya Girl Call me Jack cause I'm comin fo that ass I'm so on like I neva knew off Flow magnificent call me rick ross The
just listen Just because I come from the Bronx I'm not dissing or wishing Cause the beat sounds groovy I drink Ammoretta on the rocks cause it cools me off
bring it to the stage Face off like John Travltra and Nicolas Cage A lot of rappers calm east Oakland ain't frontin Put them lyrically toe to toe to me and see who really run
hole chicken because you know the time is tickin', pickin' lots and slangin' rocks to arm robberies, push my weight around, hangin' niggas off of balconeys
They're shootin' Yeah, for real Don't be the victim of the mothafuckin' steal If you a G, throw your mothafuckin' Guns up I'm from the West Side where my niggaz run
hear a mouse pistol cockin' [Chorus x2] [Verse 3:] Man, it's the block brochure, man, the ave almanac The hustler's handbook, the really lived that Run off