ترجمة: مايكل رود. بلادي امتياز.
ترجمة: مايكل رود. فارس في درع لامع.
ترجمة: ستيوارت ، رود. كان لا بد لك (فيد مايكل Brecker.
little nigga's still down with ya. But it hurts to see your family takin' a beatin'. My sisters keep sayin' they hungry--gotta come up on some way to feed 'em. Big Will, Rod
curtians, I smoke mo than Michael Irvin. Verse 6 *(Numskull)* Swervin big Lexus, throwin 40 bottles out the roof, breath about 100 proof, slammin bot-els, rod
[Tila]: B-Dozeir, Hot Rod; Tila. Oh, my god! Verse 1: [[Hot Rod]] I like to fuck everyday, every night. I like to fuck when it's wrong, when it's right
a look around Elvis is dead for bein' fat, 500 pound Kurt Cobain's rich as fuck, he's buried in the ground Jimi Hendrix an' his amp still ain't makin' no sound Michael
get your back blown out (No more daddy's little girl) You a big girl now in a world, where these niggas are foul You could be aborting the next Michael
Golden rod and the 4-H stone The things I brought you When I found out you had cancer of the bone Your father cried on the telephone And he drove his
your little nigga's still down with ya But it hurts to see your family takin' a beatin' My sisters keep sayin' they hungry Gotta come up on some way to feed 'em Big Will, Rod
hot or when its cold outside the AC blow snowballs drive a bitch up the wall with them plush leather guts steady grippin the butt the paint just drip on the street michael
Guitar CHRIS HOLMES Lead Guitar STEVE RILEY Drums and Vocals JOHNNY ROD Bass and Vocals Produced By: Blackie Lawless Mixed By: Michael Wagener for
Golden rod and the 4-H stone The things I brought you When I found out you had cancer of the bone Your father cried on the telephone And he drove
or when its cold outside the AC blow snowballs drive a bitch up the wall with them plush leather guts steady grippin the butt the paint just drip on the street michael
I'll leave NYPD blue, I'll asphyxia you too My crew attacks like a pack of crazed Jews I'm showing Michaels with the hot rod I'm ready My aim is steady
[Music: Michael Romeo, Michael Pinnela, Thomas Miller, Jason Rullo and Rod Tyler] Shackled in darkness - the forbidden portrait confined to it's frame
[Music: Michael Romeo, Michael Pinnela, Thomas Miller, Jason Rullo and Rod Tyler] In your time of dying don't call my name so you see me as evil it's
