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Rush Between The Wheels

Traducere: Papură. Între roţile.

keep the fridge filled, Eggs scrambled, cheese, grilled, cold juice and grits Kill! Don't forget veal, Italiano, Gallardo, Yea the big wheels, Like milk and wig spilled, We'll rush

St. Peter where the four winds blow Ring them bells with an iron hand So the people will know Oh, it's rush hour now, on the wheel and the plow And the

night And I ain't even tryin' to let a nigga slide I've been dyin' to get a gat I dared to try now prepare to die I rush your crib like Jehovah's Witness

the four winds blow, You gotta ring them bells with an iron hand So the people will know That the rush hour is now On the wheel and the plow And the

They weekend warriors, but weekday cowards (bustaz) All of a sudden, everybody got so much heart You know some shit gots to start But believe you me, between

St. Peter where the four winds blow Ring them bells with an iron hand, so the people will know Oh, it's rush hour now on the wheel and the plow And the

St. Peter where the four winds blow Ring them bells with an iron hand so the people will know Oh, it's rush hour now on the wheel of the plow And the

st.peter Where the four winds blow Ring them bells with an iron hand For the people will know Oh it's rush hour now On the wheel and the plow And the