I know I stand in line until you think you have the time To spend an evening with me And if we go someplace to dance, I know that there's a chance You
I'd be glad to stay right here with you Fact is, that is what I'd planned to But from that fool look on your face I think I'll head South to a warmer
I'm coming home I've done my time, Now I've got to know what is and isn't mine, If you receive my letter tellin' you I'd soon be free, Then you'll know
A troupe of strolling players are we, not stars like L. B. Mayer's are we, But just a simple band who roams about the land, Dispensing plentyof frivolity
I want to see your face in every kind of light In fields of dawn and forests of the night And when you stand before the candles on a cake Oh, let me
Oh my heart is beating wildly and it's all because you're here. When I'm not near the girl I love, I love the girl I'm near. Every femme that flutters
There may be trouble ahead But while there's music and moonlight (moonlight and music) and love and romance Let's face the music and dance Before the
?est pas que quitter ta tece L?amertume y est epaisse et la mort on n?y echappe pas d?justesse Moi c?est O.G.B. j?ai connu l?essence de la tristesse
(Daddy Yankee) Que Tengo Que Hacer Pa' Que Vuelvas Conmigo? Vamos a Dejar El Pasado Atras Para Mi La Vida No Tiene Sentido Si Te Vaaas (Omega) Que
the riverside Study war no more I ain't gonna study war no more Ain't gonna study war no more Ain't gonna study war no more I ain't gonna study war no
Era tanto tempo fa poi e gia poi sul portone non c'e piu lei forse ho sognato forse tutto si e gia fermato d'estate quando c'era il mare e avevo voglia
grab the microphone till the mic is gone, I can hit the spot Like it or not I'm a big shot, fuck it drop [AP] I be at the stud' in the cool, with the
a brigther day and even though sometimes things just aint right I can't give up the fight cause I know I'm a make it i'm a do it just before my flight B
the fame now (come on), I can't complain now (no more) Shit I'm the mayne now, in and out my own town I'm gettin pages out of New Jersey, from Courtney B
thug One nation, twenty-one gun salute I'm hopin my true motherfuckers know This be the realest shit I ever wrote Against all odds, up in the studio,
style, so I can't smile Writin to my peoples when they ask for pictures Thinkin Cali just fun and bitches, hahaha Better learn about the dress code, B
[VERSE 1: Bret E.B.] Saw the homeboys from the days of delirium '89 Benzes, guess who's steerin em? Hop into the ride, cold coolin with the crew They
(feat. Mjg, Too $Hort) [8B] Space, Age-in baby [TS] Right right right right [8B] One time [TS] Beyotch! [8B] Yeah, you know how they like it baby, nigga