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Point John

Goin' back to California So many good things around Don't wanna leave California The sun seems to never go down Some people may treat you ugly Some treat

I can't sleep the night, baby What I do? Sleep the night, baby, yeah Because of you Then I wanna tell you the truth, baby Thinking of you, baby That'

May seem peculiar How I think of you If you want me, darlin' Here's what you must do You gotta give me 'Cause I can't give the best Unless I got room

On a warm summer night in Arizona Saw a girl, Lord, I want her so bad On a warm summer night in Arizona I saw a girl, Lord, I want her so bad But I got

I call her on the telephone But she is hardly ever home I know she?s gotten a lovin? man And so I see her when I can Roxanne will always be my friend

ai trop bu (berk !) Les magazines nous contaminent J'prefere encore les fanzines Pour la tele y a pas photo, J'prefere Herve l'idiot (Ble-ble-ble !) Point

j?ai trop bu Les magazines nous contaminent J?prefere encore les fanzines Pour la tele y a pas photo J?prefere R.V. qui fait l?idiot Point de Vue Image

situation s'emballe. C'est cours plus vite que les balles ou porte un gilet pare-balles A l'heure qu'il est mon quartier est sur le point d'eclater N

my blood drip off in this thug s**t You can be touched, I catch you slippin' while I'm on a money mission Like right now, 30 dollars to my John Hancock