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Spirit Of The West Home For A Rest

Tradução: Spirit Of The West. Casa para descansar.

I stand This old gas pump in my hand My boss don't like me, got a face like a weasel Oil on my hands and the smell of diesel Here come a big shot

throat to lay with me I reminisce how I miss a stare in this space Resort to the lips of a stripper, sprayin' their face Lampin' in a mansion, home

Trotter, a.k.a. [BT/Tariq Trotter] Well um, Black Thought from The Roots y'all [?uestion/Ahmir Thompson] Mr. Simmons, a.k.a. [AJ/Joseph Simmons] A.J.

a big shot from the city V8 engine she runs so pretty Fill her up son, unleaded I need a full tank a gas where I'm headed Up in the front seat a pretty

upon a time in the neighborhood There was a little dirty boy that was up to no good He had a chip in his tooth and a mic in his hand He had a dirty ass

I be a soldier on a mission, suptitude But you'll never do That's ride for the cause Yes I'll die for the cause Ya best believe if I leave this bitch

a jerk. The purist turns a deaf ear. He's such an intellect, Does he think his censorship is gaining our respect? The raising of a fist, like a trigger of a

who don't know fear! Off through the woods he's a marchin' along, makin' up yarns an' a singin' a song Itchin' fer fightin' an' rightin' a wrong, he's ringy as a