Originally by Elliott You're earth bound and I'm injured, We move too fast to remember in the drive onto me. Drive onto me, drive onto me We carved
Let's leave these lives tonight You can find us by the trail of our insides They were left at the scene of the crime We've tampered with evidence Finger
Fountains and flourescent lights. When season has come the snowbirds have crowded the nights. And old townies are tired of their beaches and bars being
I see the light bouncing off your cheeks But tonight I got these urges to taste you like you wouldn't believe Could be the night with the color of your
ll always have the shows No, i'm not sorry for a damn thing Don't take this away from me When it's time, we'll know it And take it coast to coast Our
(feat. Jaime Lacey) I found how to get to her now I'll whisper in her ear when shes asleep And beg her to love me When the morning comes she'll never
always have the shows No, i'm not sorry for a damn thing Don't take this away from me When it's time, we'll know it And take it coast to coast Our past
Traduzione: Hit The Lights. Coast To Coast.
Ha ha ha, let's get down to business Ugh [Kay Slay:] The Drama King [Verse 1: Mr. Ski] Look, now let's put it all in perspective I'm from the West Coast
Down] Yeah I'm gon' say it's all about you but you know I'm lyin though, hah! Yeauhh [2Pac] You probably crooked as the last trick; want it light
? I'm outta town until the coast is clear Enough dope to last a year They got me running from the police, nowhere to go With the lights out, rollin down
hit Urban legend, dirty third still reppin Still double-S to bumrush your session I get it dirty and burn ya just a nigga in a skirt Drinkin Squirt, punk duck, hit
smelly ever and ready ta hit the hot tub or the telly Got my groove on, a twist of lime blended right Remy XO wit my lexo at the light 3 deep, Krazy till
motherfuckers fittin to feel the south Shut your mouth, shut your do you little freak ass hoe I'm bout tired of all this damn east and west coast shit
this goes out to everybody in the whole wide world fresh coast gettin' rowdy we don't represent out west we signifyin' we showin' out and we about to
lights hit skulls and glove boxers Rock stars in limos stretch, smokin cess I walk in and see brothers and broads causin havoc Havoc and mayhem both straight from the West coast
you done fucked up, don't you You know you done fucked up, fedd-i-y That's my team, killas, killas [Hook x2] My entourage don't play, we blast on sight Make a hit
