young man drivin' down a dusty road Like he's got somewhere to go Drivin' like he's got a destination Like he's got somewhere to go in that beat up ford
young man drivin' down a dusty road Like he's got somewhere to go Driving like he's got a destination Like he's got somewhere to go in that beat up ford
Переклад: Джек Інгрем. Beat Up Ford.
up in the seat and stretch my feet out to the pedals Smiling like a hero that just received his medal It was just an old hand-me-down Ford With a three
left field, I'm speaking mentally But that's a better places than where the benches be I'm feelin' really good, me and different beat Me and my different
up in the seat and stretch my feet out to the pedals Smiling like a hero that just received his medal It was just an old hand me down Ford With a three
I'm speaking mentally But that's a better place, then where the benches be I'm feeling really good, me and my different beat Me and my different drummer
it up, get it up, Get it up, get it up, Get it up get it get it get it up.. Aye aye aye aye aye aye aye get it up bitch aye aye aye aye aye aye aye
ya cap.real low. an Get high too (Legggooo!) This the type of shit you ride to Call one of your bad bitches tellin em you gonna slide thru.... (What Up
junk, ready for the trash Better day's gone Heart just keeps on beating anyway Everything I own has got a dent It's cracked or scratched, ripped or torn Banged up
dawn Let your hair down sugar and pick up this beat Come on and meet me tonight down on Bluebird Street I've been working all week, I'm up to my neck
3: might not make this interview phones off door shut sleepin off that o i smoked wake me when more weed rolled up do i got that girl show'n up yo girl
flashes of light When you trapped up in the heights but clappers aimin at the wife Niggaz get caught up in the struggle End up in court in trouble,
Im hotter than Cali's death valley bolders and bleach My posse cut up I chop it up like I was a butcher and beef Boondocks ain't my boombox Beats like
[Kanye West] Yeah, yeah I used to front when I write songs Talk about havin ice on, and I could barely keep my lights on And my beats was so sick, I shoulda
[Verse 1: Kanye West] Yeah, yeah - I used to front when I write songs Talk about havin' ice on, and I could barely keep my lights on And my beats was
Attack the track like Shaq on a whack broad Coming up with the hits, and I'm coming down with the backboard Don't fake the funk, just make the sound's up