[instrumental]
Tradução: Drag-On. Callejón de.
salute the flag Talkin' to some he/she Slidin' over next to me Man, she said, this life is a drag It's a shaky situation And I'm hangin' on my will And
there (crime and passion) ain't no wind of change I'm talking of crime and passions rage Summer of maddness or the undertow Drag me up an alley for the blossoming fire on
'm, back on the calles, and I'm twice as bad I still do the same thing, my bumper still drag Lay it down on the ground right down on the ave All my homeboys
the brown bag, at the same time throw up the brown rag In a brown rag, let it down and let the back drag Until the back alley, grita la pare It's a
busy with my buddies up on cloud thirty-three." Yeah, stone cold sober again, down in the alley again, stone cold sober again. Sunday is a drag, so forget
Let's go, Eric [instrumental and guitar solo] Don't you ever go down Down on Curzon Street, it's bad Don't you ever go down Down on Curzon Street That
the alley So the neighbors don't see Hurry on down to my house, honey Ain't nobody home but me Hurry on down to my house, baby Ain't nobody home but me Hurry on
the brown bag, at the same time throw up the brown rag In a brown rag, let it down and let the back drag Until the back alley, grita la pare ese lil
back I'm, back on the calles, and I'm twice as bad I still do the same thing, my bumper still drag Lay it down on the ground right down on the ave All
Pick 'em and drag 'em down into your hole Cause you's a vulture a wicked vulture! You cut the fingers off if there?s a ring still on 'em even if they
Like I took the long ride (On my D-day) Like everybody love my music and the whole world cried [Verse 1] Ay Treat it like I was comin from billings on
for the phantom I got the halloween jack-o-latern Yo ? , I know some kids funny silly putty playdoh They wanna step to farms, and build a hay dough I drag bodies on
Yo, yeah Don't erase none of that good shit in the beginnin' Yo, spill drinks on ya, get stank on ya Yo, yo, Pinky ring shit, yo That Pinky ring shit
Yo, yeah, don't erase none of that good shit in the beginnin' Yo, spill drinks on ya, get stank on ya Yo, yo, pinky ring shit, yo That pinky ring shit
, Summer's on the run, People tell me I should stay But I got to get my fun So don't try to hold me back There ain't nothing you can say Snake eyes on
