Tekster:
Little Big Town All Over Again

that place we met and then We can fall in love We can fall in love All over again We can throw the top back, head on out of town Drive along the coast

to that place we met and then We can fall in love We can fall in love All over again We can throw the top back, head on out of town Drive along the coast

the place to be My name is MC Ice-T I got the Rhyme Syndicate with me We about to tear stuff up, y'all feel good? Yo, what the hell y'all wanna do, Syndicate

MJ-fuckin'-G. The realest niggas alive, yeah. Thuggin', pimpin', bitch, this shit don't stop. You know what I'm talkin' 'bout? All over the muthafuckin' world and back again

to that expensive broad I seen you with, that little cutie pie, that little baby girl? Oh, you talkin' 'bout Unique, my little bitty bitch Yeah, she that little

To the beat all day and all night long So liten up, to what I'm sayin' I'm a Oaktown mack, bitch I ain't playin' To all the home boys doin' time in the

Streets aint clean, All I see is drug deals, big wheels and feinds, But any way they took East Atlanta back,(?) Throw Atlanta Down, Turned little Vietnam to a white folks town

drop fever; so either put your five up Or ya gots to leave it like beaver 'Cause see a, niggy perkin' broke will smoke your spliff all day Go home and buy big

fever, so either put your five up Or ya gots to leave it like beaver 'cause see ya Nigge Perk land broke and smoke ya spliff all day Go home and buy big