Tripaloski - Three Stripes - xSwede

Loss of life down in Mexico Put three stripes on a Cadillac Loss of life down in Mexico Put three stripes on a Cadillac Speed and power that's the game Young senorita won't come back again Loss of life down in Mexico Put three stripes on a Cadillac See the crosses on the road side Ghost of that young girl won't come back again See the crosses on the road side Ghost of that young girl won't come back again Loss of life down in Mexico Put three stripes on a Cadillac Loss of life down in Mexico Put three stripes on a Cadillac Too dark, went off the cliff Young senorita won't come back again Too dark, went off the cliff Young senorita won't come back again Oh yeah Speed and power that's the game Ghost of that young girl won't come back again Speed and power that's the game Loss of life down in Mexico Put three stripes on a Cadillac Loss of life down in Mexico Put three stripes on a Cadillac Loss of life down in Mexico Put three stripes on a Cadillac Oh yeah Loss of life down in Mexico Put three stripes on a Cadillac Loss of life down in Mexico Put three stripes on a Cadillac Two drivers went off the cliff Young senorita won't come back again Two drivers went off the cliff Young senorita won't come back again Oh yeah, uh huh Yeah

Siamo tipi loschi, tipi loschi Questa trap fra è Tripaloski Tripaloski,Tripaloski Alleati per strada, alleati dai blocchi È come un agguato Rap game, fra è colpo di stato Arrivo a digiuno, ho fame Non guardo nessuno Io resto leale mi guadagno il pane Turno settimanale D'estate, testate sul muro Si lo giuro, noto il falso E chi si è fatto il culo è il nome, gang siamo nove Più fatti, meno parole Di giorno, di notte, col buio Cicca e fioi, perfetto connubio Nel graticolato, Cesare Augusto Ave Entro sulla traccia alla Lei che mi dice amore non hai gusto assaggia queste barre Chica mi spiace, mi cadon le palle Rotalando la calle Ei bro non te lo dicono Ho ascoltato un po i tuoi rapper e ti dico no, è ridicolo La tua wave mi fa schifo bro, mi svincolo Vado a Mykonos con i broski Scrivo a donne come Bukowski Siamo tipi loschi nel posto Hai sentito bro tutto apposto Siamo tipi loschi, tipi loschi Questa trap fra è Tripaloski Tripaloski,Tripaloski Alleati per strada, alleati dai blocchi È come un agguato Rap game, fra è colpo di stato Arrivo a digiuno, ho fame Non guardo nessuno Io resto leale mi guadagno il pane Turno settimanale D'estate, testate sul muro Si lo giuro, noto il falso E chi si è fatto il culo è il nome, gang siamo nove Più fatti meno parole Di giorno, di notte, col buio Cicca e fioi, perfetto connubio Nel graticolato, Cesare Augusto Senti Chico No razzismo Do you ringo Ho fatto un killshot Intuisci il mio ruolo, ricorro all'istinto Problemi non mollo, il cielo come limite è estinto

Woah, oh, oh Woah, oh, oh Woah, oh, oh Woah, oh, oh You were lyin' there with nothing on But a goofy little grin and a platinum blonde I can't believe you'd do that on our bed I got a pistol and I got a bullet And a pissed off finger just itchin' to pull it The only thing keepin' me from losin' my head Is I hate stripes And orange ain't my color And if I squeeze that trigger tonight I'll be wearin' one or the other There's no crime of passion worth a crime of fashion The only thing savin' your life Is that I don't look good in orange and I hate stripes Woah, oh, oh Woah, oh, oh Woah, oh, oh I could fall in love with a prison guard I could sell cigarettes in the prison yard Don't think hard time would be that hard on me I could pick up trash on the side of the road But I'd die if I saw someone I know Ain't the chains It's the clothes that's stoppin' me I hate stripes And orange ain't my color And if I squeeze that trigger tonight I'll be wearin' one or the other There's no crime of passion worth a crime of fashion The only thing savin' your life Is that I don't look good in orange and I hate stripes Oh, and one shot Ain't worth a bad mugshot God knows I wouldn't be caught holdin' up a number While the whole town's starin' at the picture In the paper of me wearin' stripes There's no crime of passion worth a crime of fashion The only thing savin' your life Is that I don't look good in orange and I hate stripes And orange ain't my color And if I squeeze that trigger tonight I'll be wearin' one or the other There's no crime of passion worth a crime of fashion The only thing savin' your life Is that I don't look good in orange and I hate stripes Woah, oh, oh Woah, oh, oh Woah, oh, oh Woah, oh, oh