歌词：
D O A Road Hill

and map boks so you walk right in like a nightmare nose rings and purple hair dumb cowboys need a thrill they'd like to make you road kill [chorus:] you

open road starts to callin' me There's somethin' o'er the hill that I gotta see Sometimes it's hard but you gotta understand When the Lord made me, he made a

through space When you touch my hand I swear, I feel like I'm ballin', yeah I'm ballin' Like a wheel, whirling round and round Rolling down a hill,

rubber grip Bullet a fling if a bwoy slip Evidently, them a no badman Them always talk 'bout them a gangsta of the century Whe them a do, whe them a

h-o-o-o-o-ome, Goin? h-o-o-o-o-ome Goin? h-o-o-o-o-ome, Goin? h-o-o-o-o-ome Bridge (1): All the time that I been takin? All the things I?ve never

we were younger We used to catch O'opv in the mountain stream 'Round the Ko'olav hills we'd ride on horseback So long ago it seems it was a dream Last

the hills Only now she drinks in the valleys Where every road has a name like Beachwood Avenue or so it seems A Croydon girl could really hope to find a

is a ghostly galleon Tossed upon the cloudy seas When the road is a ribbon of moonlight Over the purple moor A highwayman comes riding Riding, riding A

sound Slap the taste they hit the ground Back in the A Hooked up, clicked up wit sum people dat don't play On dat Kryptonite stay So high we might fly awwwaaayyy [Chorus] [Rock-D