Testi:
Drag On Alley Of

Traduzione: Drag-on. Vicolo di.

don't know what we know So turn the lights down, maybe they'll go Into another place Get your lips Back on my face And let's go Look past the window fan, through the alley

try and block my shine Hey gato, drag this punk to the alley Throw him in the garbage can and set his ass on fire He's bleeding all over the motherfucking

and there (crime and passion) ain't no wind of change I'm talking of crime and passions rage Summer of maddness or the undertow Drag me up an alley for the blossoming fire on

looking boys Get it runnin drag me in and put the spittle on my chin Got me runnin down an alley full of hate and melancholy Got me suckin on a bitter

A CAP To put my niggaz on the map, TO PUT MY NIGGAZ ON THE MAP Freak slacks as I stagger pack a dagger ready to drag or bag a punk in the alley, like

Them To The Wars Cause You Don't Really Want No Problems With Us, {We Hit Em Like...} We Drag Em To The Back Of The Alley For Even Uttering Words About

the brown bag, at the same time throw up the brown rag In a brown rag, let it down and let the back drag Until the back alley, grita la pare It's

busy with my buddies up on cloud thirty-three." Yeah, stone cold sober again, down in the alley again, stone cold sober again. Sunday is a drag, so forget