Testi:
Freeway Don T Cross The Line

, causin' you harm, nigga Ya'll need a place of respect, we runnin' shit The name, F R double the E, tell 'em Don't really wanna cross the line An' I don't

Traduzione: Superstrada. Non Cross The Line.

ll need a place of respect, we runnin' shit [Chorus: Faith Evans] The name F-R-Double the E, tell 'em Don't really wanna cross the line and I don't wanna

-E with T-I-E-E (one time) [Verse 2: Poppa LQ] Now this is what you better do Get your paper collect your revenue Don't let nobody else count your money

head blown [Chorus] Streetlife and the laws, Wise Guys are never wrong Ain't nuttin' sweet, Cross pendants to dirty kronze Prepare for the worst, but if your grain don't

so accurate, pierce right through your hollow bones Graphic clones, couldn't see me on the microphone Pen and pad, line for line, bar for bar, you take

you go And it don't seem right Living for speed limit signs Ignoring cross every line Gotta let emotion take you over 20 miles at a time Don't follow the freeway

plates running a little late But the sailors jockey for the fast lane So 101 don't miss it There's rolling hills and concrete fields And the broken line

up, 600 million ladies lined up Shoes with built-in air conditioner All 48 Mack trucks parked in position Credit cards by the pages You can't stop the