[Daddy-O of Stetsasonic] Yo Bret, Sean, Muggs Let's rock this one for the East (Na-na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na) [Bret E.B.] Grandmixer Muggs, Bret
the bass in the voices and the air in the lungs Grandmixer Muggs, show em what hip-hop means Baby boys outta Brooklyn, DJ from Queens But now we cool in Cali
[James Brown] (Get down) New jacks, yeah, but never sleepin Just stressin the mind and constantly keepin You on the go, so let the knowledge flow Where
attention when I'm speakin, yo, hear what I'm sayin? I'm not givin an order, but you're obeyin Yeah, I'm born in Brooklyn and moved to Cali I wear my
(Okay, we're rollin Hump on the Chump Whompie, take one) (I wanna know how's everybody feelin? Damn it, how's everybody feelin? We finna get FUNKYYYY
Hit em again (Here's a little story that must be told) [Sean E.B.] Police maybe, punks never Our rhymes are slammin and we won't ever Become intimidated
("Peace") [continues throughout the song] [VERSE 1: Bret E.B.] World, wake up, can't you see what's goin on We all live in sin and say the other man
Cali) [VERSE 3: Bret E.B.] Like a Snicker I satisfy Overcome? Don't even try Chillin like a villain, but I live like a king This is Cali (Cali) you know
[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
sai? Tu dimmi dove, ma dove dove... Rit: Non ho cali di tensione, Yeeah yeeah yeeeah, qual'e la mia direzione? Yeeah yeeah yeeeeah! Non ho cali di tensione
Wanna live my dreams This is the last chance to make it, I gotta do something With my life today ?Cause I been doing this music thing for so long it
One touch and I knew it was California love Cali Cali Cali California love, ohhh Cali Cali Cali California love, yeah Cali Cali Cali California love, ohhh Cali Cali Cali
Well he'd been hearing too many voices and feelin'a little off-rack Like there was something big pressing down on his back So he called up his friends
Je suis pendu a vos levres esperant le mot, esperant le oui qui sauverait ma vie je suis pendu au telephone mais qu'y a-t-il de plus moche ? au telephone
Je crois que je ne t'aime plus. Elle m'a dit ca hier, Ca a claque dans l'air Comme un coup de revolver. Je crois que je ne t'aime plus. Elle a jete
Tu peux passer devant Je vais te suivre gentiment je n'ai plus nulle part ou aller Marche marche devant Je vais te suivre evidemment Peut-etre es-
Et la nuit s'avance vers mes trente deux ans Je crois je ne suis plus fou Nu face au miroir J'inspecte ce corps use fatigue mais debout Tout va bien
Sommes-nous juste entrain de prendre du bon temps ou quelque chose comme ca Je redoute juste le moment ou tu poseras ta tete sur mon epaule ou tu murmureras
