should mud yer daughter, throw 'im back I'm gonna drive I'm gonna drive I'm gonna drive I'm gonna drive To the edge of this-uh world I'm goin' through
Prevod: Rolling Stones. Bom Drive.
I'll tell you why Well, I've got, I've got a woman named Wilma Well, I've got, I've got a baby named Pebbles Well, I've got, I've got a doggy named
hundred degrees, I'm drivin' about 103 With a S.T.L. hat on, top down holdin' a blunt You know I'm smokin' wit the windows up I be the young dude Chief
yo gotta yella broad, automatic hoe, gotta yella hoe, comin through the boulevard pass by Caro, I never gave a damn my jewels gonna slam, I'm at I.H.O
I guess I'm a bad guy 'cause I cuss a lot I say "fuck" a lot And I rap to tell you how I'm feeling When I'm in the old spot sit and we reeling
All brand new, dat boi (And I buy all my *** brand new) I'm gonna smoke on out like that there (When I walk into the room they choose) I'm gonna jump
bad so I wrote down this song I'm about as sad as they come Yeah, I'm stupid, stoned & dumb I'm a pretty pitiful sight Lately, I can't get myself right Boys, I
On the cover of the rolling stone Chorus: Rolling stone I'm gonna see my picture on the cover Stone Gonna buy five copies for my mother Stone Gonna
once to be revealed again Mess around, discourage the whole barrack I know somebody's deceivin' me But I'm fightin' to the end if I believe it Just
gonna bang my brain with sticks Bricks, stones aint't strong enough to break And shatter my bones that I swang I see ya roll with gang, clang, yeah, I
you, hold onto your memories In the glass houses, in the pages of the Rolling Stone I get a sick feeling like I'm rocking in a little boat I hear the
be stoned But if I don't drink and drive then how the fuck am I gone get home? I can't stop smokin' weed 'cause I ain't no quitter Since it's killin
gotta yella broad automatic hoe, gotta yella hoe comin through the boulevard can't rock 'n roll I never gave a damn, my juice gonna slam I'm at I.H.O.
tha beach I'll be rolling Neva see me strolling, 40s I'll be holding Girls in the daisies, drive Eazy crazy Rolled up my windows as I turned on my AC Rolling
up and let in begin Open up and let it come together Open up and let it in Come together I see it now, I'm gonna get it I see it, I'm gonna let it, let
I can't stand you anymore I don't want to talk to you I'd rather be ignored Your mom's a bitch Your dad's a jerk And you're a nasty whore I'm sick of
society Fuck 'em I'm riding, my gun on the side of me Fuck it I'm driving, I'm puffing high as can be I'm speeding, I'm weaving, I'm bugging my eye on
