old school will tell the new fuel They're igniting in the wrong direction Cash crop clubs in the entertainment section Do you know the red planet? Do
. old school Will tell the new fuel, they're Igniting in the wrong direction Cash crop clubs in the entertainment Section Do you know the red planet?
Traduction: At The Drive In. Planète rouge.
Mr. old school Will tell the new fuel, they're Igniting in the wrong direction Cash crop clubs in the entertainment Section Do you know the red planet
, I'm callin her tomorrow And we driving from VA to DC up in my Gelato Make it clap, it's your time at the Apollo Paper planes, so my brain stay on auto
eyes, Yeah, that he's got a driving ban Amongst some other offences And I've seen him with girls of the night And he told Roxanne to put on her red
his eyes, yeah That he's got a driving ban Amongst some other offences And I've seen him with girls of the night And he told Roxanne to put on her red
are here He thought of cars And where Where to drive them Who to drive them with There There was no-one No-one There's panic at London Heathrow Everybody
poverty Good god I think it's illiteracy Only a machine that makes CHORUS Slave driver your table has turned Catch a fire Your gonna get burned Slave driver
head word to vince lombardi Word to marky mark leave a snitch departed All that blood like the red sea parted My gun go crazy like it's retarded Red light
records and t hey'll buy, Now I'm at in A-Town, A tellin' me trey sounds, It's too mainstream if I plan on me stickin' a-round. But the allure of this
the best california a north for any n***** puttin flamed on a porche and never drive on bitch your gunna die on san quinn for and five catch a live one bust shots at
I'm in New York (New York) Everybody wanna know why he got beef 'Cause in my dreams I talked to 'Pac and B.I.G. Got on the plane hopin that the NYC It
defendant guilty on all counts. The bailiff came at me with a pair of cuffs in his hand He was taking me to jail, but that wasn't my plan I broke the
clown slaughterers the ICP So who will be brave enough to step into this ride? Just follow the trail of blood into the red tent There your host, Willaby