Comin' to ya on a dusty road Good lovin' I got a truck load And when you get it you got something So don't worry cause I'm coming I'm a soul man I'
Mr. Briggs is on holiday But he stays in his room He's too cold to go out for evening smoke The lady down the hallway Is deaf and dumb to what you say
Monsieur l'agent, monsieur l'agent... Monsieur l'agent, Est'-c' que je vais bientot sortir... De c'carrefour Il y a longtemps, longtemps, longtemps,
Monsieur Balzac, je n'ai jamais lu vos romans Monsieur Balzac, y parait qu' vous avez beaucoup d'talent Le long de la Seine, Faudrait que j'm'donne la
Fetch: Rap isch bos und verdirbt euri Kinder. Wage Gwalt und Sex in dr Text, ych glaub es git schlimmers. Jetzt simmer modarn, unsri Wart han sich gwandled
Damn baby oh yeah you look good as fuck I got sumthin 4 you though It's mr make em leak I'm known to bring tha heat Like we at the beach I'm known to
(Stop) Oh yes, wait a minute Mister Postman (Wait) Wait Mister Postman Please Mister Postman, look and see (Oh yeah) If there's a letter in your
Mr. Crowley, what went on in your head Mr. Crowley, did you talk with the dead Your life style to me seemed so tragic With the thrill of it all You fooled
Monsieur "N'importe quoi !" Du coup, comme c'est vous le plus fort, vous ne m'ecoutez pas Je ne vais pas vous dire que je n'aimerais pas parler avec
I entered the lines of labrynth paths Enraged with sweat-killing amplitude Mr. Co-Dexterity enticed the wooden frame And neck abound with nickelstring
(scat "bung, bung, bung, bung, ...") Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream (bung, bung, bung, bung) Make him the cutest that I've ever seen (bung, bung, bung
Chaque jour, quoi qu'il arrive Une longue voiture grise Au bureau vous depose A neuf heures tres precises Vous entrez, le front severe Dans un grand
1, 2 buckle my shoe, unlaced ears, lil mama what it do (what u mean?) What it do to fit you on those jeans, On your thighs so tight it's like your hips
Bittida en morgon innan solen upprann Innan foglarna borjade sjunga Bergatrollet friade till fager ungersven Hon hade en falskeliger tunga Eder vill
I hit y'all That's what I'm lookin' for [Jermaine Dupri] Uh, yo I'm lookin' for a bitch that'll switch that thang From right to left like no other Type
[Izzy Ice] Once upon a time in the streets of the ghetto Lived a little old lady with the grand baby hello It's me, here I am, where I am, there I am
He's not afraid to get drunk fall down on his face But he still knows that he's easily replaced When he turns 40 in 6 more fucking years He'll still
three cheers! they're yellin' again three cheers! they'll be at it to the end so drink some big beers and go crazy tonight they're all dressed