me down I can't hold on like this with you bringing me down I'm down I'm down I'm down I can't hold on like this with you bringing me down I can't
Übersetzung: 3 Doors Down. Pop Song.
writing a song, this song ain't gonna write itself I'll give you one underdog then you gotta swing by yourself Then turn right around in that song and
beatlemania seepin the planet all that screamin from hoes, i couldn't stand it i remember bruce lee, PS3 to pong spandex, hair metal, rock love song
was you would be bookin from me Shook when ya see Nelly rollin in the GS-3 Hangin out the sunroof like "bing, bing, bing" Back the car up, pop the trunk
sing these songs We can not and we won't stop We've done it from scratch, we've never asked for anything But nevermind we play sub Pop From the start
pop Well so far you've herd my voice but I braught two friends along (zup dogs) And next up to bust is my homie Kid Frost, Go ahead Frost lace this song
s bringin' so it's hard to doze off Three 'o clock in my socks I crack the dope song Hopin' when I open the door I'll see Santa Now who the hell is this
whadd up) lil' Buck you dont even wanna be there but since you there, sit your lil' ass down in the chair(sit your lil ass down) i got more south niggas
S T L M O 3 1 4 Call the cops I see a robbery in progress Lunatics about to steal the show From the S T L M O 3 1 4 I'm real brass to smash with a fo
beatlemania seepin the planet All that screamin from hoes, i couldn't stand it I remember bruce lee, PS3 to pong Spandex, hair metal, rock love song
hook up and do a couple songs Bout pimpin' ass playa Partners from the rap-a-lot down to do or die Then I spotted baby girl she was fly Starin' me down
him (him) She all up on my thang with her thang on my hip (hip) She ATL pop (pop) Don't know how to act (act) She left for one song (song) And came
me get down and just relax We gettin' down y'all We gettin' down y'all We gettin' down like this We gettin' down y'all We gettin' down Like this, ha
roof go down, Lam doors go up I got big boy toys, when you gon' grow up? Nigga knick knack pattywack, give a dog a bone Im still down to sell crack
Finally, I got all real niggaz on on a muthafuckin' Posse song Niggaz that's down to cut some muthafuckin' heads From hear to ATL, to Nashville, back
