Riding down the road in a nickel black Cadillac Reckon tomorrow I don't want my money back If I roll then I roll Yeah I roll down the road I rolled this far Don't need no high sale No no no!
Can't beat it with a stick Bulletproof, three feet thick When you got it down keep beating it Can't beat it Can't beat it And if you can then you beat it like this
I had a dream Woke up in a cold cold sweat It was one of those dreams though That you know you'll never forget Well there was one, no two, no three, no four Women in the kitchen whipping me up some food Four women dressed to the hilt Dressed like prostitutesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
