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
Traduction: Qui, de la. Old Red Wine.
: 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
'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
curious 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
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
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
re a friend of mine, wore the red bandana like the game when he rhymes, he got the guitar pick, you know he drinks wine, got things in common like boozin
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
shrieking a curse to the sky With the white road smoking behind him and his rapier brandished high! Blood-red were the spurs i' the golden noon; wine-red
party, 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
no attict (fools) who's ever heard of a junkie as old as me i just want my tape how about it, no, i aint no dope attict who ever heard of a junkie as