me and tell me I'm your friend Well, makin' love to you, babe, ain't so hard You treat me like a dog in the yard Oh, you treat me like a dog in the yard
Don?t believe the grass is always greener in the other fellow?s yard. Don?t believe the air is always cleaner in the other fellow?s yard. Don?t spend
I went to my neighbours yard sale, to see what I could fine. I find me and old pair of underwear hanging on a clothes line. I ask an old woman in a lawn
번역: 로드니 Carrington. 야드 세일 - 속옷 송.
Now and then You scold me you tease me Then you hold me And tell me I'm your friend Making love to you babe Ain't so hard You treat me like a Dog in the yard
Call it obsession; call it fanatical I am not trying to make this a spectical But I have this craving that justifies behaving I really need some of that
I'm long gone from vertical, Somewhere south is stopping me I'm long gone from the american dream, You may decide it's something new I'm long gone but
my part and that's it We had a full proof plan, all we need was the fam Ammunition a van, two chicks and one extra man Two Lincoln L.S. Sedans Fifteen hundred yards
ck they let me on this song? I don't even care who own this song Chris could've called me, man you should've called me Man, god damn I love this song
speak the pure dope Can the radio handle the truth? Nope Uncut, no edits, no censors You can get a plastic rapper from any ol'dispenser A penny a yard
never go broke because my banks too strong No matter what I do, I simply can't go wrong and I'll make money I don't need this damn song but somebody'
I've got posters on my wall of Skynyrd, Kid and Strait Some people look down on me, but I don't give a rip I'll stand barefooted in my own front yard
album?s for my people, gonna be a struggle But you know what, fuck it We?re gonna have fun tonight, you feel me? Lets go Oh, this is my song I?m just
to take you on But it's been done before You couldn't see he's a travelin' man And he cannot take your hand It's very hard to understand Why his songs
Where were you when the world stopped turning That September day? Out in the yard With your wife and children Workin' on some stage in LA? Did you stand
like the schoolhouse lights Will never turn on again 'Til the bottom wears off Of these high-heeled boots The bodies all move With some backbone roots Everybody workin' hard 'Til the yard
me Let's get ready for war Last year we was humble, nigga, this year we heartless So, any nigga that want static Come meet us outside in the yard, bitch
Busta Rhymes and Shabba Betta know mi come through fi draw pure card Wid big tune fi mash up farin way back dung a yard Caan tell mi nuttin one whole