boy I ain't got a home I ain't got a girl I ain't got a son I ain't got no kin I ain't got no one I'm a lonely frog I ain't got a home Madam, take
Traduzione: The Band. Non è Got No Home.
Cautious If You Play Your Cards Right [Verse 3:] Dear Momma Don't Cry, Your Baby Boy's Doin Good Tell The Homies I'm In Heaven And They Ain't Got
ain't) Ain't no place I'd rather be Chillin with homies and family In a sky high iced out paradise In the skyyyyy (There ain't) Ain't no place
where WE belong, that's just for us Niggaz ain't gotta get all dressed up and be Hollywood Y'knahmean? Where do niggaz go when we die? Ain't no heaven
of a drummer in a band but I never really hit the sticks I got the sun burned tan of every working man who's spent a minute in a ditch And I ain't gonna
the band ain't no choice I'd rather have you than the finest of jewels for you I travel over heart throws minus the shoes rules there ain't none cuz
to tell the whole world what's the deal and I say know no critical border cause we do what we want got more funky styles than my laser jet got font not
my rag got duh wrist wrap... We stilla g wen I walked out of pintack, Cause I'm me Whose he we cud end dat, Street nigga ain't no tym 4 dat chit chat
getting the fears You can't steer? (you can't steer?) You can't hear? (you can't hear?) You ain't here, you can't steer clear? You wanna go home? [Chorus
your back yard There's a hundred tracks across our land They call home this fearless band of dirt track Dirt Track cowboys Dirt tracking Cowboys Mudslinging Outlaws This ain't
he's had enough. It's in the city where her parents said she couldn't go. She don't care. They hate her hair. But she won't let it grow. He ain't allowed
amps and junk. Road rats... we're a pack, and the road's our home. On the road half my young man's life. I spend a lot of time; ain't got no bread to
in the dope home (my money) Seventeen and he got his own kilo Running green nigga living like nino Ridin clean wax sittin for the c note It ain't green
up in the dope home (my money) Seventeen and he got his own kilo Running green nigga living like nino Ridin clean wax sittin for the c note It ain't
of an eye The fifth is livid Listen I ain't here to promote no violence, violence But that's what happen when motherfuckers can't keep it silent Bloody
it's a joke But then you know it ain't a game, when they say... [Chorus:] I got an idea, that I wanna share You don't like it, so what? I don't care