d'Orient ! Oh nuits d'Arabie, Mille et une folies. Insomnie d'amour, Plus chaude a minuit Qu'au soleil, en plein jour ! Oh nuits d'Arabie, Au parfum
le sable se traine Abeilles bleues, scorpions qui dansent, Les insectes te surveillent en silence {Refrain:} Fuis Lawrence d'Arabie Fuis Lawrence Fuis Lawrence d'Arabie
[Verse:] It's your boy Arab, aka S.O.D Money Gang I'm on fire like I done lit up the studio with a flame All I gotta say is Soulja boy tell'em, and he
Swizz Beats, Akon, T-Pain, Lil' Wayne) (Chorus) x2 Bishmilliarr-Melaha-Hela Ahumdiddy-Laha-Mebelaleleem (Oooohh) We get Arab Money We get Arab Money
Here it goes wont say i'm sorry wont bury the hatchet i'll just bury your body truth is hope this hurts you made your bed you'll lie in it you made
I'm stuck in a society where poverty insanity they meet right here on city streets to cultured beats side to side to dodge the heat dirty pigs show
Hold this beast at bay walk the walk all day feel the pressure from beneath man i'm so fucked up i think i've had e-fucking-nough my mind is so
9 to 5, daily grind no double time for overtime i have to save every dime christ sakes i steal to eat sometimes i'm still stuck inside this dump
And i wake up alone how'd this happen (fade away losing passion) i'm just a pain machine deep down inside of me out of the blue as some would say
Juifs Arabes Juifs Arabes Arabes Juifs Juifs Arabes Ensemble Ensemble (x2) Juifs Arabes Arabes Juifs (x7) Toi Moi Moi Toi Ensemble (x3
C'est long comme mille et une nuits arabes a flyer su' mon chameau le turban tombe su' mes yeux. Je m'en vas chercher de l'eau, de l'eau d'un siau perce
vent glace Regarde l'Arabe Bon dieu, pince-moi, leve-toi C'est elle, c'est la ville, Debout faineant, Dans mes bras, l'Arabe ! Nous sommes vivants. On est arrives, l'Arabe
HelaBalaHeHelaBalo We gettin Arab Money We gettin Arab Money HacaShegeHaLitiFaLa MiliAlaySheNitiMala We gettin Arab Money We gettin Arab Money Ayo Busta
[Verse 1] Shut your face homeboy, yo it's on Quit your belly ache, your bitch and your moan Hold your ground, hold your grudge hold your throne It's
I read the pages about me In her autobiography They were brief and to the point Our flesh, while you are getting dressed A memory that needs to be repressed
In the middle of the city In the middle of the day We parked our car, We locked the door Then we walked away But bad guys broke into our car They broke
Depuis le plus tendre des ages, Par monts et par vaux, je voyage. De tout les moyens de transport, L'avion fait sans dout' le plus sport, Mais, malgre
[Intro:] Yo Turn My Music Up, Up Some More, Up Some More, Up A Little Bit More [Verse 1: Casha D] Hop Up In My Ride And Lets Go Deepa. Tell Me Do U
