You gotta cook, cook, cook every mornin' Cook, cook, cook every night Work hard all of the daytime And dance, dance, dance all the night Everytime I'm
Översättning: Rolling Stones. Cook Cook Blues.
hook-up and it's on We got them rides whatever you need Just step next door we fully equip with automatics Police detect us, let's roll, roll, roll
hook-up and its on We got them rides whatever you need My nigga just step next door We fully equip with automatics Police detect us, let's roll, roll, roll
floor like the Manut look You shook, nigga I'm like the crew cook I put a price on the whip and I'm like the blue book With an appetite for destruction
and its on [Wish Bone] We got them rides Whatever you need Just step next door We fully equip with automatics Police detect us Lets roll, roll, roll
the blues So I bought me a ticket I caught a plane to Spain Went to a party down a red dirt road There were lots of pretty people there Reading Rolling Stone
Eufala Caught a great big ol' blue cat on a driftin' jug line Sells his hardwood timber to the shipping mill Cooks that crystal meth because the shine don't sell He cooks
s gettin' dressed for school Puttin' barrettes in her head An honor roll student real smart That's what they said Every morning when she left Mom would cook
, I left my two month old daughter Her momma said since I left my friends ain't passed a quater When I rolled out same niggas was in my face again Like, "Stone
gettin' dressed for school Puttin' barrettes in her head An honor roll student real smart That's what they said Every morning when she left Mom would cook
the blues So I bought me a ticket, I caught a plane to Spain Went to a party down a red dirt road There were lots of pretty people there Reading rolling stone
They actin' hassaditty but they all wanna roll I'm easy passin' by so I ain't worried 'bout the toll So holla at me homie when you see me in that blue
like a tortilla nigga [Verse 6 - Chamillionaire - imitating Big Moe] Hey, naw, naw, just tryin them doors is on swangs Still crawlin low, roll master on swangs (roll
hoes they blowin kisses Pay attention to our pimpin Flict, Nino, and the Juice We tear the club up thugs and bitches [Kilo] Bone solid! 'cause papa was a rolling stone
my two month old daughter Her momma said since I left my friends ain't passed a quater When I rolled out same niggas was in my face again Like " stone
at lo'? Right up my alley I see fiends and things But you know it ain't over 'till the black nigga Sings And he's singin' the blues in holey shoes While
