(*talking*) Young Chris, worldwide What we doing Ro [Hook: Z-Ro] Balling, when you see us in them streets We'll be crawling, sipping drank and smoking
off Ah and my tribeca loft with my high brow art And my high yellow broad Ah and my dark skin sis and my best white mate Say what's up to to chris, Ah
into a malignant tumor, Breeding no life for the future of the world In a wake of a nuclear war, bodies rise from the fractured streets and decomposing fields
mastery and battle prowess, contemptuously crushing the Vyrgothian armies in a series of great battles, 'til at last, following the slaughterous Rout of the Fields
mouth and throw it in they grill Send a finger to your moms and let her know that it's real Nigga we in the field like Chris Johnson It's 2010, how the
(Chris Gantry/Rhett Akins) There's an old dirt road off of 33 Lord it's been so long since it's seen me But I've put many a mile across it's back I used
(Aimee Mayo/Bill Luther/Chris Lindsey) She lived at the end of a little dirt road In a house where secrets go untold Barefoot in a cotton dress Dark
(Gram Parsons/Chris Ethridge) She ... She came from the land of the cotton A land that was nearly forgotten By everyone And she ... She worked and she
(with The Punch Brothers feat. Chris Thile) Senor, senor, can you tell me where we're headin' Lincoln County Road or Armageddon Seems like I been down
Written by Chris Cagle and Monty Powell Summertime Drivin' fast down an old back road Feelin' fine Got skynyrd on the radio The moon is bright Me and
Written by Chris Cagle and Monty Powell Sunshine, and the rain falls down The cold winds blow And the heat cracks the ground But down a dirt road out
Written by Chris Cagle, M. Jason Greene, Brian Wayne Hot sun goin' down, heatin' up this little town The cows are fed and the plowin's all been done
' pass the ass bumpin' Teddy Pendergrass all night long with your bullshit talkin' litical. Litical. But your crew is all soft i Knock your best shot off the right field
S.G.] Better (?)ya to tux let the Klu Klux know that I'm a blast ya heard how ya done James Byrd down up in Jasper ask Shawn, Chris, & Baby its time I
people who, march in the streets, and struggle for peace For hood niggaz, born rugged, never rocking Versace Eddie Ramierez's cousin George, and my old friend Sashi Chris
month she got that coke bottle ill shape thicker than a McDonald`s milkshake we don`t go on dates, we have field days she let me play on her field like