This here song is from back in the day Nineteen hundred and sixty two My women put my black ass out in the cold I said, "Baby why you leavin'?" She said
talkin' 'bout Jackson JOHNNY: Ever since the fire went out I'm goin' to Jackson, I'm gonna mess around (yeah?) Yeah, I'm goin' to Jackson, look out Jackson
Tradução: Jackson, Alan. Hasta el final (Feat. Lee Ann Womack).
Tradução: Samuel Jackson. Pila-o-lee.
Tradução: Sinatra, Nancy. Jackson (Con Lee Hazlewood).
Tradução: Python Lee Jackson. Fallen Angel.
Tradução: Python Lee Jackson. Maldito.
Tradução: Python Lee Jackson. Crucifixión.
Tradução: Python Lee Jackson. The Un-santa.
Tradução: Python Lee Jackson. Mente compleja.
Tradução: Python Lee Jackson. Buena-n-mal.
Tradução: Python Lee Jackson. Broken Dream.
This here a song from back in the day, Nineteen hundred and sixty two. My woman put my black ass out in the cold, I said baby why you leavin', she said
You'll homies will wanna kno what happened, Come to Compton and see thriller like Mike Jackson, I might be Spike Lee, of this gun clappin, Prior to rappin
homies will wanna kno what happened, Come to Compton and see thriller like Mike Jackson, I might be Spike Lee, of this gun clappin, Prior to rappin I
clickin and clackin your homeys wanna know what happened Come to Compton see Thriller like Mike Jackson I might be Spike Lee of this gun clappin Prior
: (Alan Jackson) I remember walk'in round the court square sidewalk Lookin' in windows at things I couldn't want There's johnson's hardware and morgans
