My baby don't stand no foolin' with love.
Traducción: Grateful Dead. My Baby.
seal that silver mine. Lost my boots in transit, baby, pile of smokin' leather. I nailed a retread to my feet and prayed for better weather. Halfstep, mississippi uptown toodeloo hello, baby
twice Half-step Mississippi Uptown Toodleloo Hello baby, I'm gone, goodbye Half a cup of rock and rye Farewell to you old southern sky I'm on my way - on my
it apart You left me sitting in the dark, crying You said, your love for me was dying I'm begging you, baby, baby, please I'm begging you baby, baby,
a long, strange trip it's been. Truckin', I'm a goin' home. Whoa whoa baby, back where I belong, Back home, sit down and patch my bones, and get back
m playin' for my own team Too much division, head-on collisions Is blockin' my visionary skills Get back to the mission to pay my own bills Stay on point
Citizens of oz: GOOD NEWS! SHE'S DEAD! THE WITCH OF THE WEST IS DEAD! THE WICKEDEST WITCH THERE EVER WAS THE ENEMY OF ALL OF US HERE IN OZ IS DEAD! GOOD
here playboy. My get back skillz, my get back skillz. *(E-40)* (burp) I hurt my ass off by Drink-A-Lot, but I'm about my cash, but if an, ignit
shit on my mobile phone I never slip 'cause I keep the fully loaded chrome And half my niggas even stay a fan That's why we pour liquor for the Grateful Dead
long, bring the harm with no regrets, on my chest, let me knowledge be born on levels, wild, devil copters mark my every step When the riots form, my
's just me against the world baby I've got nothing to lose, it's just me against the world Stuck in the game, me against the world baby Can you picture my
's just me against the world [girl] Oh-hahhh [2Pac] Stuck in the game Me against the world baby [Verse One: 2Pac] Can you picture my prophecy? Stress
real good time Forget about thinkin', tryin' to free my mind, yeah I've been tryin' to have a real good time Forget about thinkin', tryin' to free my mind I own my
ga at the go go When they see me in my toga My toga made of blond Brilliantined, Biblical hair My hair like Jesus wore it Hallelujah, I adore it Hallelujah, Mary loved her son Why don't my
Armies wait at my command My gold lies in a foreign land Buried deep beneath the sand The angels guide my every tread My enemies are sick or dead But