carry that to the end You're a ghost on the highway You're a ghost on the highway Oh, you lost on the highway You're lost on the highway
Traduction: The Gun Club. Ghost sur La route.
head on the West side highway So recognize my nigga you did it my way Ice rockin', brick choppin' and gun shoppin' I did it all beat cases with Cochran
I'm like a hammer that you hold on your hand, I make hits At the white boy club while I'm buyin' the bar They like, "Hey now, you're an all star", it
me Chickens wasn't even messin with brain, because me Now you started gettin head on the westside highway So recognize my nigga you did it my way Ice rockin, brick choppin and gun
like a hammer that you hold on your hand, I make hits At the white boy club while I'm buyin the bar They like, "Hey now, you're an all star," it go [
time to tell your mama that you love her anymore Ain't no calling on your homies ain't no calling on the lord Somebody should have told you about fucking
m like a hammer that you hold on your hand, I make hits At the white boy club while I'm buyin the bar They like, "Hey now, you're an all star," it go [
