reach for the sky Gotta get on the road Gotta long way to go Gotta get on home Gotta get on the road Gotta long way to go Gotta get on home So nothin
Tradução: Great White. Ir a casa.
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cause we're all in the same gang [Tone-Loc] Now as a youth I used to get my bang on And on the ave get my part-time slang on Upon a time for me was no
my city it's on [Drake:] Yeah, wrong way down the one way, Women don't get saved round me even on a sunday, Damn where I get it from, these niggas always
faggot and die You right back like a maggot on my dick grabbing at my shit, better get to the back of the line You wanna get your shot at me what kinda
that snow white that Timbaland can't even get him in the studio he's so gone off that coke, right and it's so sad, cause he's dope, right America's next great white
ass But then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you Fans turn on you, attorneys all want a turn at you To get they hands on every dime
my floor mop Gay or straight, my Papermate'll do a date rape Zee can't wait, I'll go Great Bank on a blank tape Lost like Spigg Nice, stick you
been stripped, I have just been vicked So I must then get off the bus then split Man fuck this shit yo, I'm goin the fuck home World on my shoulders as
em where da fuck I'm comin from I get the party crackin from the shit that I be spittin son Hit-and-run, get it done, get the funds, split and run Got
up in that snow white That Timbaland can't even get him in the studio, he's so gone off that coke, right? And it's so sad, cause he's dope, right? - America's next great white
took me time to get my hands on you Will take me twice as much to get over you Again and again you say This could be our last great day Eightynine
on a plantation at Camp David Demand payment for New Orleans with the best of swordsmen Launching missiles at the White House while Tech's performing On
up on a mill' and I got 'em sweepin and pickin up tags off the flo' Bag full of clothes I remember havin rocks in the hall on the glimmer with the glock
