Woorden:
Blues Explosion

Vertaling: De Jon Spencer Blues Explosion. Big Road.

Vertaling: Soundtracks (andere tracks) soundtrack. Right Place, Wrong Time [de Jon Spencer Blues Explosion].

[After about a minute of mixing] [Bomb explosions, gun shots] (You know what you be?) [Fatal] You be like the type that come at me And shoot one at

the floor Little kids daydream of humpin' wildflower Hanna Barbera faint, I'm ridin' no Rivera Fat-ass whips big asses, colorful lips Wide hips, baller kits, chrome dipped wearin' Blue

going on for your mind Professional wrestlers and vice presidents Want you to believe them The desert sky is their blue screen They superimpose explosions

on the Low with some bad ass bitches All loc'd out all dressed in blue To the head to the fed and the you know who Behind ten getting bent in my blue

his bike I'm the ashy type, like the knuckles on an inmate locked up 'Cept I stay on the grind, my "Blue Collar" popped up Blue collar rap, why I call

Once upon a time there were five young guys Hanging in and out of Newcastle Playing Rhythm and Blues had nothing to lose They didn't need no tin-pan hassle

pencil seller's dog spooked by the explosion And leapin' under my wheels As I careered outta Longwood on my way to you Waitin' in your dress, in your dress of blue