Testi:
Driving East Get Back

won't be the same We'll get back to her some other day We'll never get back home before the summer Never get, get back home before the leaves start to

Mississippi river. Please take me back home, (Hell, yeah!) to Mississippi. Crooked letter, crooked letter, hump-back, hump-back, Afroman's the bomb, bump that! Please take me back home, (Get

Come. Dem Have Lot A Gun Nobody Fi Press It Up, Buss The Slug Back Barrel Pan The Spechie Broke Dem Face Mi Mess It Up, Trod Wid The Ras From East Weh

sense to go back to Long Island: where I knew I was alone Idly sitting by and waiting after breaking back into my home. No one cared that I was back.

Yo whassup man, get up man [urrp] (I can't bust man) Get up nigga, bust (I'm fucked) Get up you gotta do your verse nigga (Aight I'll try it) Get up nigga

You pay a toll to get to heaven but on the road to hell there's none Get up you're asleep at the wheel Get up you're asleep at the wheel Get up you're

his head and deceased him Point blank range it was strange the way it happened East Side Swans pulled up and started cappin' Crabs been runnin' and duckin' and try to get

Push from the shoulder I get wicked I'm at the top of the crack Finna kick you with the Crip, yes Slob motherfuckers get stole on inner face Get with

curb side Another Crab lost his life from the fury of a drive-by Hunnas ain't playin' in the 9-Tramp From the Ace to the 5 we peelin caps back to the