Hi my friends Today I wanna tell you a tale A tale of a boy A tale of a girl A tale of someone who could be die She was there And she was very nice We
blues you wear? What you gonna do with those ol' rag blues? What you gonna do with those ol' blue jeans you wear? Ol' rag blues, ol' rag blues, ol' rag blues
faded blues you wear? What you gonna do with those ol' rag blues? What you gonna do with those ol' blue jeans you wear? Ol' rag blues, ol' rag blues, ol' rag blues
Traduction: Statu quo. Ol 'Rag Blues.
: Hi my friends Today I wanna tell you a tale A tale of a boy A tale of a girl A tale of someone who could be die She was there And she was very nice
Hi my friends Today I wanna tell you a tale A tale of a boy A tale of a girl A tale of someone who could be die She was there And she was very nice
that's approaching me wrong Then I mash off in first class, it ain't no coach in my zone Hydro weed to the dome, put up a rag to the chrome I'm kinda
hatas, that's approaching me wrong Then I mash off in first class there ain't no coach in my zone Hydro weed to the dome, put up a rag to the chrome I
my family although I know they tried I'm doing bad, wishing for things that I never had It's my dad, drops and blue over gray rag Until I make a million
damned if a thang changed, fuck the fame I'll be hustling to make a mill-ion, lord knows Ain't no love for us ghetto children, so we cold Rag top slowin
to me We sell a little bit a everything [Pimp C] I put the two mags, up to your do-rag And rock a by baby I'm in the blue Jag, with new tags In case
black spot on the sun today It's the same old thing as yesterday There's a black hat caught in a high tree top There's a flag pole rag and the wind won
thief my herb Babylon dem thief my herb dem thief my herb Twenty pound of weed inna three black ? bag you sit inna van back crowning head a black rag
man, stay," But there's more in my man's life Than this old hag. It's Jelly Roll Morton, and a shiny cornet, And jazzin' the rag! The lady ain't been
Ain't Gon' Ride For Shit, They Know If They Came Through Everybody In The X-5 Is Hit Red Rag Or Blue Rag, Niggaz Die For This The Game The Reason All
recognition Uh-huh His space is At the Palace, he sleeps for twenty five cents Uh-huh Now he's wiping headlights Windshields with an old rag It ain't
