Tekst :

Nobody gonna take my car
I’m gonna race it to the ground
Nobody gonna beat my car
It’s gonna break the speed of sound
Oooh it’s a killing machine
It’s got everything
Like a driving power big fat tyres
And everything

I love it and I need it
I bleed it yeah it’s a wild hurricane
Alright hold tight
I’m a highway star

Nobody gonna take my girl
I’m gonna keep her to the end
Nobody gonna have my girl
She stays close on every bend
Oooh she’s a killing machine
She’s got everything
Like a moving mouth body control
And everything

I love her I need her
I seed her
Yeah she turns me on
Alright hold on tight
I’m a highway star

Nobody gonna take my head
I got speed inside my brain
Nobody gonna steal my head
Now that I’m on the road again
Oooh I’m in heaven again I’ve got everything
Like a moving ground an open road
And everything

I love it and I need it
I seed it
Eight cylinders all mine
Alright hold on tight
I’m a highway star

Nobody gonna take my car
I’m gonna race it to the ground
Nobody gonna beat my car
It’s gonna break the speed of sound
Oooh it’s a killing machine
It’s got everything
Like a driving power big
Fat tyres and everything

I love it and I need it
I bleed it
Yeah it’s a wild hurricane
Alright hold on tight
I’m a highway star
I’m a highway star
I’m a highway star

(feat. Sky)

[David Banner:]
Yeah He Buy You Clothes I Hit It From The Back
Yeah He Drive A Benz I m In A Woodwill Cadillac
He Readin You Poetry While I m Spittting This Country Game
You Want Us Just Play This Pimpin Don t Be Ashamed
Its A Shame These Soft Pretty Boy...

If home is where the heart is
Then we’re all just f@#ked
I can’t remember, I can’t remember

And I want it so bad
I’d shoot the sunshine into my veins
I can’t remember. the good old days

And it’s kind of funny
The way we’re wearing anchors on our shirts
When being anchored aboard just feels like...

T innamori ogni settimana
qualche sabato dormi fuori
ma vuoi sposarti in chiesa.
Con tua madre c è un gran bel feeling
prende a prestito i tuoi vestiti
sembra più lei la figlia.
E stata fuori a cena
e oggi ha un aria strana.
Al telefono è stata un...

Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah

Verse 1:MC Lyte
Naughty but you like and nasty but you want it
I m the chick that never front it
Picture that
Me wearin a pager
So you can be down my back
It ain t...

Przeze mnie droga w miasto utrapienie,
Przeze mnie droga w wiekuiste męki,
Przeze mnie droga w naród zatracenia,

Jam dzieło wielkiej, sprawiedliwej ręki
Wyniosła mnie z gruntu potęga wszechwładna
Mądrość najwyższa, miłość pierworodna
Starsze ode mnie twory nie istnieją
Chyba wieczyste, a...