de corazon Amor a la mexicana... ay, quiero tu amor hasta el fondo del corazon amor a la mexicana... y en tu locura quiero perder la razon amor a la mexicana
femmes S'accrochent a mes larmes je sais Que c'est pour m'aider A porter tous mes chagrins Et je me dis qu'elles revent Mais ca leur fait du bien A
, oh, oh Chorus: (I'm not in the mood) I'm not in the mood (I'm not in the mood) To be shy-- to stand by--and not give it a try No, I'm not in the mood
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nothin from me I'm hungry for it, I'm fadin niggaz 'cross the border And if they want war, we can war (we can war) I'm chin-chose down to the floor (uhh
I guess I troop, honey, what the scoop? You're kinda cute Your man is John Recoup, same as my climbing boot Blase blase blah, I'm not a star, I don't
in the days I was young, I'm not a kid anymore But sometimes, I wish that I could be a kid again I use to wear a swatch watch, now I only wear Movado
a escalator, matter fact I got the common denominator I pull up, I make a movie like Arnold Schwarzengger The Terminator or The Predator, nigga I wrote a book I'm
They throw the South with all they might, me I'm not the plexing type But I'm no punk bitch no not quite, I'm pieced up and I bar no fight They chatter
niggas Who stack the figgas, and will pull the triggas I'm buttoned up like silver, my name is getting bigger I'm not your average nigga, and I'm raw
wanna hold my hand Girl you don't understand, that you not my type I got a wife, and you're just my late night hype [Chorus x2] [H.A.W.K.] Now I admit I
you care enough to dance? I'm searching for this heartbeat, and I know it will not last, but would you care enough to say that I know that I am ok with
Say That I'm Alright Diana Walked Up To Me, She Said I'm All Yours Tonight At Then I Ran To The Phone Sayin' Baby I'm Alright I Said But Unlock The Door, Because I
I need you baby Ridin with that sucker Not a good look Not a good Look! Not frontin baby I Got more paper than Him to Not being arrogant or am I? [Verse
clues, I guess I may not be good enough, But I'm not looking for the truth I know that it's out of my hands (I know that it's not good enough to), Don
t start a fight, Nothing's gonna be all right, Don't spend the night, Don't start a fight, Nothing's gonna be all right She sends me a postcard I'll stare
just a step below, No alcohol in this examination, Am I eating or just repeating? The essence lost in a bad translation I'm not here, I'm not there, I
well, Thinking through the stinking is not thinking a lot, Reach into your jeans and see what you've got Tuesday night is just alright, I'm nauseous