: Old red wine Well past its prime May have to finish it After crossing the line Dusty old wine Two thousand a time An inch of black mud Always left
Old red wine, well past its prime May have to finish it after crossing the line Dusty old wine, two thousand a time An inch of black mud always left behind
Old red wine Well past its prime May have to finish it After crossing the line Dusty old wine Two thousand a time An inch of black mud Always left behind
Tradução: Que, el. Old Red Wine.
m shookin' like Mosley No' Say The Glock blow Doce' (12) At these cockaroaches Hos say I'm nothin' but a head junkie Red Monkies Saggin' on the red Dunkies
have I'd probably die of warty and, that would be that Who would have thought it was humanly possible To mate an elephant with a kangaroo Well as my dear old
stares For the womenfolk tend to be friendly And the gypsy's as young as he's fair And the evening brought on laughter And jars of bright red wine And
wine, lord, or marrow Down into the bones of the birches And the spires of the churches Jutting out from the shadows The yoke, and the axe, and the old
another round for the bright red devil Who keeps me in this tourist town Come on, Carey, get out your cane I'll put on some silver Oh you're a mean old
same sentence, nigga's get to snitching If I could reverse the minds and turn falls to rises and bring back nigga's who livest Old hustlers reminiscing
hands on my drawers Poppin cham' corks, posin like the man of New York Talk to this hottie with my niggaz who quick to blast you if you old cats, to these
with a ten foot dick The ladies pick, I'm a crazy hick And run through town like I'm goin through wine It's my time so I'm gonna shine like lead Old as
man to the bone He liked women and wine and he loved to roam Not like she was any kind of Saint See in this story there's a lot of red paint But time
and nails, and he never once made you explain or talk about all of the little details, such as who had a word and who had a rock, and who had you
