Lyrics:
join in
Singing the songs that bring back memories
Of a time when life seemed more simple at the end of the day
And families come together bonded by
join in
Singing the songs that bring back memories
Of a time when life seemed more simple at the end of the day
And families come together bonded by
cash exchange
I'm good
From the front to the back
Like the rims on the 'lac, I be spinnin' on the track
I'm in here
If you really wanna know how I'm in
I'm creepin' in that 'Lac real slow
Keep a chopper for that riff I let it go
(For sure though) You know
Find 'em in the back brim low
I ain't with
like to rock Prada suits and my ass is fat)
I need a ryde or die bitch (no doubt)
(I push the Cadillac truck with my friends in the back)
I need
like to rock Prada suits and my ass is fat)
I need a ryde or die bitch (no doubt)
(I push the Cadillac truck with my friends in the back)
I need
weed)
In the Cadillac, with my head back
Feeling real good cause it's like that
Another 20' sack we've got plenty' that
We keep doing that
Smoking
down
Run off on me like click clack
My gun out like take that
She make it do what it do when we doing what we do in back of the lac
I'm like I'm up
off Avenue J and Fifth
I identify with your riff (come on)
But I exist for more than just a Benz, so mends
I'm cuttin' off my friends to keep
This ink still hasn't dried
But I'll rip this up by tonight
If you don't come round to find what you've been missing all this time
The holidays have
for the holiday
This that flow you been missing
Dashing young Vixen
Fly like Blitzen, back on my business
Ice on my neck, frosty and vicious
What's
Look who I was back then
When they use to call me Christian
I was innocent then
Wasn't worried about no chick
The ones that I called my friends
Had
the weed at? Ain't that a bitch
I'm gibbing right now, it's Thanksgiving right now
Showing baby how I'm living right now
Clear the crowd, back to my car,
Back on the road again
I had a little woman in Memphis
She wanted to be my bride
She said, settle on down, traveling man
You can stay right by my
back, throw it back
Throw it back ma)
Baby, I'd like to spend the rest
Of my night with you
(Yea so how 'bout you huh?
Yeah, yeah, so how 'bout you?)
myself a gun and I'm right back, right back where I'm from
Sleepin' by yourself at night can make you feel alone
My girlfriend said so, she's a little
see me take it all the way
We slay (sleigh) but it ain't a holiday
We don't talk about cake
Giving hell a headache
We gon' break these chains for His
50/50, na so we split am
No wam, back to the party
Drink till my eyes get dirty
Baby Females, drinking and getting naughty
Pastor come deliver, how
When me
All I want for Christmas is your two front teeth
Bite the fucking curb, break under my feet
It will bring me festive cheer
When I look into your eyes
girls think I'm sexy
Back in junior high I use to dress a little preppy
Now I'm in the benzo, with my boy Jo-Jo
With the Juan Gotti and the DJ Lobo
I'm in
(drive, drive)
My truck rattlin'
Like I got a bunch of new balls in my ride
And how do I know (know, know)
'Cause every time I ride by
She say
Back on the road again
I had a little woman in memphis
She wanted to be my bride
She said, settle on down, traveling man
You can stay right by my
Fête… j'y ai fait sa fête!
Paroles par Aline Duran
Musique par Kari Tieger
(ASCAP/ SACEM)
2002
Running Through my Head (Translation)
Running through
holidays comin'
But trust and believe
When I say that man Timmy the one
Double O's all on my back
With a 7 attached
So you know that my word is my bond
Stay
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