washed away Beer bong has me wandering around The girls that look like drugs and alcohol Six pack girls Six pack girls Six pack girls Six pack So you
the wind. I got money baby, yeah we can spend. And I aint hatin' girl, yeah bring a couple of friends. She wanna rock and roll, but I roll and rock.
Übersetzung: Das Pack. Rock N Roll (Slow Jam).
... [Luke:] Take out the papers and the trash Or you don't get no spendin' cash You better wax that kitchen flo' Or you ain't rock 'n rollin' no mo'!
murder was committed Down on music row For the steel guitars no longer cry And the fiddles barely play But drums and rock 'n' roll guitars Are mixed
trigga 'Cause I'm slimmer they figured they bigger But when you can see the real killer is peelin' your cap Nigga that's runnin' the pack They step so pack
: Man das ist Rock'n'Roll, verdammt, mich fuckt das Leben komplett ab, denn ich hab Angst dass es mal platzt,wie mein elends voller Sack, nur ein Satz
silver fox, now legwarmers Family badge of sapphire and cracked emerald Any day now The Year of the Diamond Dogs ?This ain?t Rock?n?Roll This is Genocide
fables I'm not gonna be able to top on "My Name is.." And pigeon-holed into some pop-py sensation to cop me rotation at rock'n'roll stations And I just
: (feat. Mobaddest, T.N.T) [Mobaddest] I serve clarks and guest I pack a heat in the vest My niggaz Esham & T, Equals slugs to ya chest So you best
Esham's here just for this verse The U-N-H-O-L-Y rocks it much worse Rock and roll, heavy metal hip hopster Word after word till the break a dawn, brother Rockin
your bags piss off and dont call me back i hate indierock no more romantics i want sex and blood almost orgasmic it*s time for rock n roll this is not
like Ray Mysterious put y'all in big ditches Boy missing, it's that boy Drag from the kitchen Slap your man hand, get an equal ass whipping Roll like Wolf Pack
I got time for some rock'n'roll Never really cared about my soul Workin' all day won't get me far So I will set it for a six-pack and a fast car Pack
iceberg Got a project chica, named Rica She keep a purse full of dro' reefer Small, pinkies like that Talk 'til the paper fat I rock somethin, roll chief
me) she said "Who's the sissAY?" And even if they did wanna get bizzAY Freaky like MissAY and roll the weed up You would roll three blunts and fuck up
