andare a miami nascondere la faccia tra gli americani sulla spiaggia col pacco tra le mani o a fare un giro in barca altro che stare qui a sudare in un bar
his He was a clean-cut kid But they made a killer out of him, That's what they did He was on the baseball team, he was in the marching band When he
or ride in crappy vans. They're headed for the top, though they may not be there yet, They're still the only bar band that's touring in a jet. And don
: Cerchi noi trovi Thug Team, proprio qua davanti o all'angolo evitando volanti. Non c'inganni, se vesti i nostri panni sei sotto copertura ma c'e un
: Featuring Zampa V-E-R-O-N-A la mia gente lo sa ... amo le mie strade i mei ragazzi le sue atmosfere i suoi palazzi quante sere a bere come pazzi
place to park Show me to the bar, take my keys away It's time to play Then it's beer bong hangin' from the hayloft Jell-O shooters with Smirnoff Long
enjoy yourself You all are welcome, you all are welcome You all are welcome [SWIZZBEATS:] Now everybody say: M-J-B, H-O-V, M-J-B, H-O-V Knock em out
Kid Cudi:] Hey hater Sign language Middle finger Middle finger Let me tell you know Inter-galactical I see you rockin with O I see them 3-O-O [3OH! 3
Oh Ya They Fony Im Not I Eastside Walk It Out I Bring New Orleans Out I Am A Saints Fan O Ya We Marchin Out Like Were A Saints Band I Play The Organs
Snuff you with my right then I'll deck you with my other hand And you might get a little hit but I'll bounce back just like a rubber band Blaaaaw, all
find I'll be right there, posted on that 5 9 I got a burner in my lap at all times And a bag of sticky icky green limes I got that paper in them rubber bands
south the better the sex get but thats me sippin on Don P blowin cali's finest, i don't mean palm trees want green? niggas meet me at the bar bitches
let's get dirrty, dirrty, dirrty, dirrty, dirrty I'ma let my pump go early, from Thursday to Thursday Eight o'clock in the morning That's why we go out
I play in a band We're the best in the land We're big in both Chelsey & France. I play one mean guitar & then score at the bar There's a line o'chicks
O Then I dream voices hit my ski-lo T-shirt, head band, tech-marino Old school throw back Memphis sho-bo Lorenzo jersey to hide the 4-O Shawty, Cree-o
city, stacking money to the ceiling Rubber bands, twenty grands in my pants, fuck with me! I am Ace to the double O D, and I got to O.D. with all this
out X-rating We were the first band to vomit in the bar And find the distance to the stage too far Meanwhile it's getting late at ten o'clock Rock is
his He was a clean-cut kid But they made a killer out of him That's what they did He was on the baseball team He was in the marching band When he was
