Songtexte:
L7 Right On Thru

ledge Right on thru Dirty winged rats living on the edge Right on thru I give 'em a shot too Right on thru The pigeon shit seeps right on thru Right on thru

go, crash in the slums One tight army, Few Good Men that'll rep Invade your strongarm', Prince of Wales swimmin on feet Props in sales, all yellow L's, cops sleepin on

thru some changes I've always thought I was A faithful kinda man I never thought I would be tempted Baby you licked my lips And I said right now, right

full of liquor remember me in "tha who the [? ] is thicka" but I'm on swangas Today and everything is blue over gray look out houston tx Z-Ro is on his

go, crash in the slums One tight army, Few Good Men that'll rep Invade your strongarm', Prince of Wales swimmin on feet Props in sales, all yellow L's, cops sleepin on

hoes suckin on your nuts That's why I'm stealin your death right now because later on you might leave me hangin Is it the noose rhyme on people's necks

go, crash in the slums One tight army, Few Good Men that'll rep Invade your strongarm', Prince of Wales swimmin on feet Props in sales, all yellow L's, cops sleepin on

9th street Crab niggas can't fade this and can't fuck with this This Y-G-B smokin' on some Hennessy [LIL' HAWK] Now as I hit the L block who in the

's outta E Class Mercedes (Hurry the fuck up bitchm, get on!) (Fuck you motherfucker let me out this L) (There they go right there, dot them niggas) (