On a beau jouer le jeu En un flash, ils ont deja fait le CV On rentre pas dans le cadre Ils nous prennent sans la cervelle Ils font des cliches de masse
Motorhead: I keep switching girls all the time, because if I'm able to find a girl with really a groovy car that ain't build up, man, I'll go steady with
(feat. Eazy E) [Eazy-E:] 1 2 3 and to the 4 Eazy muthafuckin E with a chrome to ya dome Cruisin in my 64 ragtop I got alotta juice alotta fuckin block
On n'est pas condamne a l'echec, voila l'chant des combattants Banlieusard et fier de l'etre, j'ai ecrit l'hymne des battants Ceux qui n'font pas toujours
Oh jaaa, ich stell mir vor, du warst mein Waschbecken. Dein Mann kommt ins Schlafzimmer und sagt: "Lass stecken." Finger am Loch, als war' sie 'ne Bong
[Intro: Lupe talking] Yeah, revenge, now what we gonna do right now, a ha ugh, is gonna try a little experiment, just a little experiment, you know
(one, two) In the heat of the desert sun, on the blistering trail An appaloosa and a wanted man sprung from jail Slow in motion and shadow-less The
Itineraire d?un bledard devenu banlieusard, temeraire sans perdre les pedales et ca les gens le savent les banlieues s?arment la police aussi, les memes
Hi, I have a message to April LaPine from America's heartland Socks go on your feet, not your arms If God wanted 'em on your arms, he would've put Little
In the heat of the desert sun On the blistering trail An appaloosa and A wanted man sprung from jail Slow in motion and shadow-less The switch and the
Everyone's hand is on the switch Up above there's a leaden sky Everyone's thinking of the witch Get ready, make someone cry Ooh, they all laughed when
Freezing Monday morning She is waiting for her train to come I brush past her, smell her perfume Watch her hair move as she turns to go She doesn't know
Repeat offender, burn that ass to a cinder. You molester, striking fear and drawing tears. Scars are deep the innocent you had to cheat. Capital Punishment
I wanna buy And a video cassette recorder yet I'm not sure why I wanna get married and have three kids 'Cause I'm lonely and I've got the hard dick Commuter
Nous ne saurons jamais, Ce que vraiment nous sommes Ce qu'il reste aujourd'hui De la folie des hommes De terribles enrages, Un gout de perdition La rage
Now you can check the whip appeal damn this nigga is ill gear shifting as smooth as butter Cud in and outta lanes, undercover style woow my mirror