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Everywhere is freaks and hairies Dykes and fairies Tell me where is sanity? Tax the rich Feed the poor Till there are no rich no more? I'd love to change
afraid cos even when my head says this is all there is i believe there'll be another time L.A.B.A.T.Y.D. all our bodiesthree score years and ten i
(A breathing machinery), injecting liquid madness (into my veins) In a torturing pain Damaging my mechanics with synthetic, corroding rains In chambers
L.A. comes in a can of mace Beat all the niggers Beat whoever you see Don't need a reason L.A.P.D. L.A.P.D. L.A.P.D.
yo! g! phat! dope! tongue... kid! son! muthafukkaaa!
it never happen any way In the highest blackened moon there'd be more life in the right shade of our sighs, Death!, be gone! D.A.R.-L.I-N.G.-.. .. In that harbor of a
It?s a sign for a truck to rap Little light in the ass But I must rap And I must admit I bring creotine to the scene Your developmental league don?t see a
the policeman CHORUS Beat all the niggers Beat whoever you see Don't need a reason (We're) L.A.P.D. The city of L.A. feels like a prison With helicopters
abandonne Dans quel neant l'as-tu jete D'un amour a l'autre Que devient le notre L'amour que je t'ai confie Quel mauvais vent L'a emporte D'un amour a l
all the ladies This is for all the ladies Ladies, lay me Ladies, lay me Ladies, lay me Ladies, lay me L.A.D.I.E.S. L.A.D.I.E.S. This is for the ladies
sie Everybody everywhere - it's a scandal, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah it's a S.C.A.N.D.A.L. emporend, ungehorend widerlich - die Stutzen der Gesellschaft
{Refrain:} Y a d'la rumba dans l'air Le smoking de travers J'te suis pas dans cett' galer' Ta vie tu peux pas la r'fair' Tu cherch's des morceaux d'hier
It's a sign for a truck to rap Little light in the ass But I must rap And I must admit I bring creotine to the scene Your developmental league don't see a
afraid cos even when my head says this is all there is i believe there'll be another time L.A.B.A.T.Y.D. all our bodies three score years and ten
shawls anticipatin' His comin' Between 1 and 30 A.D. I'd be under the Romans Thankin' Yaweh that I'm not a slave, Gentile, or woman Now don't get it twisted a
, les amoureux peuvent s'y coller Y'a du lilas dans les pensees Y'a pas de doute, on est passe a l'heure d'ete J'aime les longues, longues, longues apres