You keep telling me this voltage hurts just a little in the thickness of the van you drop anchor if and when concealing all the thoughts we hid and laughed
You keep telling me This voltage hurts just a little In the thickness of the van You drop anchor if and when Concealing all the thoughts We hid and laughed
Traduzione: At The Drive In. Comunicazione Drive-In.
side We drink the land that tastes like wine I never said my love was true I put that in the hands of you Communication, no communication - just sex
Legends] It's the crystal method, see through evidences at hand Standin across two properties, eye of the perfect detective Vision's reflective at attention
t believe until we bought a couple of them hoes When you was style you gotta watch what you do Cause niggaz look for the smallest reasons to point fingers at
pimps and the money makers Club niggaz, Magic City and them Southern playas I never said I was a gangsta but I will do ya So Hallelujah, Hallelujah One for the playas at
Mark: Kyrie suggested we go for a drive in her new 2-door BMW coupe In the parking lot, we slipped into her bucket seats Kyrie took over from there. At
It's never easy 'cuz you make it hard Communication like a house of cards Takes everything I've got to keep a hold on you All I need is you, you drive
can I get it tonight? (repeat once more) {verse 2} No Christmas here I'm taking time and a half gotta make that cash even if a nigga gotta drive that
Mac, Acker Bilk and all other communicators around the world who contributed to this album. Recorded live at Trancentral Further Information: --------------------
Yeah, check it Yo yeah I smoke weed now I don't give a fuck And I also tote guns in case my dram pop up It's crew love I spit two at every few thugs Fo
a player so tough So that you never player wanna put his pimped up ride I'll be hard headed, super thug You want me at home but I'll be at the club
all gotta move This bottom rung ain't no fun at all No fires and rock houses and grape-flavored rat poison They are the new trinity For this so-called community
When I was a kid I would go to the show and see the rock star I'd play my records and look at the album cover at the rock star Sometimes I'd check out
Kill that cat, watch me kill that cat If it's your girl, I'm lookin' at Then watch me kill that cat I hunt cunts like these, with underground disease
and the money makers Club niggaz, Magic City and them Southern playas I never said I was a gangsta but I will do ya So Hallelujah, Hallelujah One for the playas at
