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Si tu me vois tourner la tête Regarder trop par la fenêtre Oh, retiens-moi Si tu me surprends l’âme grise A préparer qu’une seule valise Oh, retiens-moi Retiens-moi Retiens mes pas Fais marcher ta sirène d’amour Ouvre tes filets de velours Retiens-moi, love-moi Au creux d

(All right, is everybody ready *YEAH!*) (Alright now, here we go) Nationowl divides this bomb to blow Adios serials worldwide Once inside ya ride, usin the mic like a screwdriver to break down the speed While labels were sound asleep, Nowl peeped and creeped and stole the ground beneath they feet

[Lil` Zane] I was once wit a team, that, sold me a dream Worked all day and, got, none of the cream When playas ain`t loyal, that`s, bad for the team Niggas play dirty till that ass get clean I`m iced wit the gleam, get shiest when you scheme Fuck a gun nigga cause I`m nice wit these things Y

[Chorus] Don't be mad if yo girl wants to leave with me It's not my fault yo girl is really feelin' me I didn't even know she had a man She said she didn't have a man She said she didn't want a man So don't hate me [REPEAT] [Q] It's a shame, but this game baby I got it in me, ain't no la

Friends - 2pac[Songtekst]
[2Pac] Approach you and post a minute, armin' my Double-R tentent, as you pass by, wake my eye, freshly sented... what's the hap baby (what's up?), come get with me, and perhaps lady, you can help me multiply my stacks baby... come and see me ball, I need companionship, thru with that sca

Ha ha ha...fuck all y'all...fuck all y'all...I don't need nobody Fuck 'em...Fuck all y'all Money gone fuck friends I need a homie that know me when all these muthafuckin' cops be on me I got problems ain't nobody calling back now what the fuck is happenin' with my ballin' cats Remember me I'm ya ho

A coward dies a thousand deaths A soldier dies but once Verse One: They say pussy and paper is poetry power and pistols Plottin on murderin motherfuckers 'fore they get you Picturin pitiful punk niggaz coppin plaes Puffin weed as I position myself to clock G's My enemies scatter in suicidal situat

Ey, ey, ey In the air, ey, ey Capuchon, puchon (Ey) Capuchon, ey Spanker Ik was die jongen met die capuchon (Ey ey) En nu ben ik een fucking don Heb mijn middelvinger in the air (Fuck you) Want dat is wat een baddie kan (Baddie kan) Ik was die jongen met die capuchon (Ey ey) Maar nu ben ik een youn

He's dressed like, is dressed like a baller We switching every kind of pose up Highways and country lands we roll up He give it to me, anyway that I want it, babe Anyway that I want it Drunk or sober, he never let me down when he go lower Then baby always hold me when it's over (he give it to me) He

Refrein; Der zijn hoeren in de club hoeren, hoeren in de club (WAT?!) Hoeren in de club hoeren, hoeren in de club. (WAT?!) Der zijn hoeren in de club hoeren, hoeren in de club. (WAT?!) ik neem er zo eentje mee en daarna neuk ik der stuk. [2x] Negativ; Ja, ik hou van sletten teven dellen bitches

Cette soirée, c'est pour toi et moi Faut que ça slam' Ne me déçois pas Faut que tu bouges Et que tu danses Sur ce son faut que tu déhanches Quoi que tu dises Je serai ton homme Quoi que tu fasses Faut que tu restes en forme Si tu veux, bouge contre moi Si ce n'est pas toi, ce sera moi Ma baby,

Damn, cold world I never thought I see that day that you’re my old girl Now I’m stuck here hollering at old girl Got one, got two, three four girls Shotgun in the drop made a right Hut one, hut two, told them niggas take a hike Then it’s on to the next one, on, on to the next one Hard to move

Wolf Haley, Golf Wang I'm a fucking walking paradox, no I'm not Threesomes with a fucking triceratops, Reptar Rapping as I'm mocking deaf rock stars Wearing synthetic wigs made of Anwar's dreadlocks Bedrock, harder than a motherfucking Flintstone Making crack rocks outta pussy nigga fishbones This

(3x) Hoofd omhoog lig laag Niet te vaak op foto's Leef me leven op straat Praat niet met de popo, nee Wil niet broke dood Hoop niet op de dood tho Maak werk van je shit en houd je hoofd hoog Hoofd omhoog lig laag Niet te vaak op foto's Leef me leven op straat Praat niet met de popo, nee Ik denk

Huh, it's Bebe Gucci 2 Chainz, yah Murda on the beat, so it's not nice That's it, that's it, that's it, that's it (yeah) That's it, that's it, that's it, that's it (huh) That's it, that's it, that's it, that's it That's it, that's it What you lookin' at's the real, ain't nothin' on me plastic YSL

[Jeffree Star:] This is Jeffree fuckin' Star And this is a big fuck you! to all you jealous bitches That get mad that I'm fucking your boyfriends And don't get mad that they suck my dick And then they make out with you after. Hoe!! [Chorus:] [Tha Producer:] Girl your boobies look real nice to me to

"Salt Shaker" (feat. Lil Jon & The East Side Boyz) [Chorus: Ying Yang Twins & Lil' Jon] Shawty crunk on the floor wide open Skeet so much they call her Billy Ocean Roll like an eighteen wheeler That hoe fine but this hoe killer She leakin, she's soakin' wet She leakin, soakin' wet Shake i

Refrein: Dit is wat je doet,als je click je loost en je de rug toekeert, Fokes al je moed, Pak pen en papier en je schrijft nog meer, sta weer op de hoek, bouw wat op en verdidig het met al je eer, ken je mannen goed en vernietig elke bitch die die shit probeert. Negativ: Ben er nog

[Trina] let me put my left foot in the game now put my right foot in the game now let me show y'all what I'm workin wit time to slide to the dance floor [Verse 1] hair do nails done thats us new car paper tags thats us new gear hot shit thats us keep niggas like thats us where my get mon

It's All About The Bitches Crew... So Listen up Ya'll it's about to be a girlfight we bout to throw them bows we bout to swang them thangs we bout to throw them bows we bout to swang them thangs its bout to be a what girl fight there she go talkin her mess all around town mak

[skit] [Busta Rhymes] yo, it all began like, bust it My nigga City bout to bounce on a trip We met some niggas with alot of things they want em to flip I told my nigga get the dough and keep the blau on your hip Travel safe, you know that I'ma hold it down on the strip Good lookin, word to

Verse One: Ice Cube Here's a little somethin' bout a nigga like me never shoulda been let out the penititary Ice Cube would like ta say That I'm a crazy mutha fucka from around the way Since I was a youth, I smoked weed out Now I'm the mutha fucka that ya read about Takin' a life or two t

Your father is a V.I.P. He thinks he`s always right Your mother watches her T.V. Won`t talk to you all night. Couldn`t help sitting up so high He`s gotta find love He`s never seen a flower tree Or anything that close. And everyday I`ll pass and say: Hey! How is the air up there How is the air

So you make a little money Off of somebody else`s sweat So some people starve a little While you get fat While you get fat So you grind and grind And you push and shove And claim that those most worthy Will get what they deserve What they deserve It can`t be true It can`t be true Because

A toi qui marches longtemps Quand la pluie fais rage Quand partent les ans Quand la rue te vole tes nuits Quand c`est toujours dimanche tant pis ... A toi qui cherches un abri Qui donnerais tes mains Pour un peu de travail Qui essaies de rester fier Quand tes chaussures s`écaillent ... Y`a

A mile and a half on a bus takes a long time The odour of old prison food takes a long time to pass you by When you've been inside Day upon day of this wandering gets you down Nobody gives you a chance or a dollar in this old town Hovering silence from you is a giveaway Squalor and smoke's n

He fills the flower vases, trims the candle bases, takes small change from the poor box. Tyler has the key. He takes nail and hammer to tack up the banner of felt scraps glued together reading, "Jesus Lives In Me." Alone in the nihgt he mocks the words of the preacher: "God is f

Took a deep breath in the mirror He didn’t like it when I wore high heels, but I do Turned the lock and put my headphones on He always said he didn’t get this song but I do, I do Walked in expecting you’d be late, but you got here early And you stand and wait, and I walk to you You pulled my

Back through the years I go wonderin' once again Back to the seasons of my youth I recall a box of rags that someone gave us And how my momma put the rags to use There were rags of many colors Every piece was small And I didn't have a coat And it was way down in the fall Momma sewed the rags togethe

Everybody's got to love each other Stop throwin' stones at your sisters and your brothers Man, it wasn't that long ago we were all living in the jungle So why do we gotta put each other down When there's more than enough love to g-g-go around? Come to mama Tell me who hurt ya There's gonna be no fu

If he loved you Like I love you I would walk away in shame I'd move town I'd change my name When he watches you When he counts to buy your soul On your hand his golden rings Like he owns a bird that sings When we dance, angels will run and hide their wings The priest has said my soul's salvation

She thinks I'm crazy Judging by the faces that she's making And I think she's pretty But pretty's just part of the things she does that amaze me She calls me sweetheart I love it when she wakes me when it's still dark And she watches the sun But she's the only one I have my eyes on Tell me that you

In the drying weary land LORD You are the rain In the sea of shattered ones Your love comes rushing in You hold the world within Your hands And see each tear that falls Through every fire and every storm You're Always Enough Always Enough Your love is peace to the broken Faith for the widow Hope fo

Ooohhh ahhhh, oooohh You can get your clothes out on the lawn Cause that’s where I left them baby You can find your car keys in the pool If you want them that’s where they’ll be All your watches and your jewellery Are in a trash bag on the street Cause they really don’t mean a thang, to me

Hindsight's a wonderful thing When we're all experts who pretend Where's a good place to begin Let's start with the truth ‘Cause it gets you in the end Hangin' the past out to dry Stringing up, all of your regrets No matter how hard you try They blow round in the breeze Through the branches in you