: [Part:Kaisaschnitt+Hassmonstas] Wieder einmal nachts um den Block gehetzt der Asphalt ist so heiss dass die Strasse schmilzt ich hab die AirMax an
: I could pick up all your tears throw em in your backseat leave without a second glance somehow i'm to blame for this never-ending racetrack you call
: Oh where you goin' Bring your love out to the cold Sit down and I'll tell you a little story One of money that I know and it went Uh, why you runnin
You 'bout to witness somethin' like no other The sky gon' get dark, street's gon' clutter Weak-ass niggaz out there gon' suffer Vets gon' quit, it's gettin
The night surrounds me I can't turn back the hands of time When I look around me My thoughts are of the lonely kind Such a game of high stakes We
Oh where you goin' Bring your love out to the cold Sit down and I'll tell you a little story One of money that I know and it went Uh, why you runnin'
Y es que te quiero wow Baby te quiero wowow Desde que te he conocido Yo vivo tan feliz Y es que te quiero wow Baby te quiero wowow Desde que te he conocido
Son tantas noches en que yo me la paso Pensando en donde estas y si regresaras Pero sabes que yo aqui estoy para ti Donde quiera que estes esta cancion
Romantic style in da world (Eiii aii nananai) Aii ombe Esta es la evolucion Ey llou Predi Mista Saik Y es ese es nigaa Yo se cuanto sufristes y se cuanto
1. Jetzt gang i ans Brünnele trink aber net jetzt gang i ans Brünnele trink aber net do such i mein herztausige Schatz finden aber net do such
Konvict, Konvict We never change over here Street Fam, Konvict If I?m your man and you?re my man You ain?t gotta worry 'bout where we stand But you cross
Watching your eyes go back and forth Out on the highway Watching your heart bend to the road Kiss your forehead as I turn to go Following those signs
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My buddy Blake was All-State With dreams of the NFL Jenny McClain had big brains She got a scholarship to Yale Then there was Herschel Who did two commercials
I said a bad word when I was a kid Mama said, that I'd be sorry for the sin that I did My daddy whooped me and the preacher said shame And I tried like
Spoken Words by The New Kung Pao Buckaroos (Little Jimmy Dickens, Whisperin' Bill Anderson, Brad Paisley,and Vince Gill) Brad: Where's George Bill: George
Well, hey, hey, Mr. Policeman Bet I can drive faster than you can Come on hoss, let's have some fun Go on shoot me with your radar gun You look bored
Strong like a mother holds her child Free as horses runnin' wild And real as a prayer on a lonely night And sure as the ocean tide Oh love, oh love Oh
