By my car, by my car By my car, by my car Oh but Los Angeles ain't that far And the rest of the girls said they'd be there By my car, by my car By my
I'm playin it over and over again in my head. Oh but Los Angeles ain't that far, and the rest of the girls said they'd be there, by my car
翻訳: マイモーニングジャケット. 私の車で.
And I'm playin it over and over again in my head. Oh but Los Angeles ain't that far, and the rest of the girls said they'd be there, by my car
better roll up I need a time Take a ride downtown, man, I'm higher than these skyscrapers Roll the windows up tryna get my smoke on 2 in the morning still riding with my
pawn shop layaway Keep it in my pack and the jack men'll stay away Fellas gettin' jealous, hate to see a nigga rise up They tryin' to size up, but punk nigga, wise up I pack my
row of stores. His body was pulled from the car by a passing motorist after which the car, in flames, destroying stores ... Yahoo! A reading from Matthew
With a bottle of Jack, two grandkids in my lap Babysitting for Haley while Haley's out getting smashed 'Cause every time I go to try to leave Somethin' keeps pullin' on my
they really thinkin' about When be wrappin' this mail Turn my mail, I talk to rappers when I touch down I'ma go by me a check with my bitches welfare
My style is powder blue T's and Nike shoes Plus chicks by the deuce (uh huh) Ain't no tellin what this man might do 'Cause tonight this man aint playing by
low And hello to less I jacked up the car And shot at my guest I rolled it twice And hoped for the best Chorus : On this tree I'll hang my skin And my
in you can hardly talk and by the... sixth gin you gon probly crawl and you'll be... sick then and you'll probly barf and my pre-...diction is that you
murderer If it's not real boo then why bother Tell me why windows shot wit bags of copper Jack yo ass up like my baby father I said jack your ass up like my
they tripping and pulling me out of my bathtub dragging me through my house hollering cus I'm getting shocked in my mouth they stealing my possessions gapping everything I own took my
with the Kid Rock honey Get back on the streets and give my money Give my money Yeah, you're fuckin' with the Kid Rock baby You can have my car, with
rob the kid Banana clips by the bed will put a stop to it Nevermind that, first you gotta beat the guard I can change the channel on my tv and see my
backwards, make tracks burst whenever I rap. Attack. Words bein known to explode on contact. Extreme at times. Blinded by my passion and fury. Look at me laugh at my competition's flashin my
feeling Walked out my bathroom seeing shadows dancing on the ceiling Put on my clothes, and smoked a cigeratte, and brushed my grill My pitbull Puppy
