talked and smoked all through the night You led me where I had no sight Till birdsong broke the morning light And I was weak with strange delight Teacher
Übersetzung: Big Country. Der Lehrer.
: (Graham Russell) If I've got to run instead of feeling proud If I've got to find you in a big wide crowd No doubt the country side is waiting for
Eric jumps off of the terrace You shoulda been watchin him - apparently you ain't parents Chorus: Eminem Cause I never knew I, knew I would get this big
on my Jammie with Ice-T Jones Bank account boomin',fast lane zoomin' Known around the world for my high post groomin' Mac like a preacher,love like a teacher
we come from a little place called like Stankonia, Georgia right? You know right now everybody wants to be from space And folks like to be from the country
party just would not begin, 'til you shake that ass, now shake that ass I'm like, uh, "whoa hossie" and that ass ain't playin I'm a teach it to go varsity
: Got a pot belly It's not too big Gets in my way When I'm driving my rig Driving this country In a big old rig Things I've seen Mean a lot Friend
Our move ruined it Saw the money God Brothers say by a ring Others sat by the brim Tonight high-q site Want these inocent Bing-bang And the big bang Big bang, big
cry) Black rhyno come teach dem [Verse 1:] Mi nuh trust inna di leader dem Di promise! mi nah go believe agen Cah! cop sign inna di country Nuh matta
alcohol And happily bring forth tragedy to academy We juggle steamrollers, cannons built on a skyscraper Mad voices, subject Warcloud, had a fly caper Guns too big
Girlies on my Jammie with Ice-T Jones Bank account boomin', fast lane zoomin' Known around the world for my high post groomin' Mac like a preacher, love like a teacher
Got a pot belly It's not too big Gets in my way When I'm driving my rig Driving this country In a big old rig Things I've seen Mean a lot Friend has
a fire bag The party just would not begin, 'till you shake that ass Now shake that ass I'm like, uh Whoa hossie and that ass ain't playin' I'm a teach
a good life We ain't starvin like Marvin, won't see no roach When ya chill wit the rich folks in the hood You're sittin on leather watchin big screens
the A-T-L get on 85 South and travel Sixty miles to Legrange, but watch yo' chrome off on that gravel Then mount your horse and saddle 'cause you in the country
But don't blame me, when lil' Eric jumps off of the terrace You shoulda been watchin' him, apparently you ain't parents 'Cause I never knew I, knew I would get this big
on the microphone and what do you see huh! The rest was my legacy I was born to be the king of the be bop swing To have Stallions and medallions, big