andere Ma facon de prier The way I pray Meine Art zu Beten Et puis je nagerai en amer-ica I?ll swim to America Und dann schwimme ich nach Amerika Tu
know exactly what we should do and I think you're ready. Gonna stay cool, cool, cool at the swimming pool. Gonna stay cool, cool, cool at the swimming
Traduction: Pêche à la truite en Amérique. Piscine.
d be better if I just hit ya block wit that baretta and hop out and let her rip Let her bang let her bust etcetera etcetera You niggaz is scared of the southern part of America
the telephone rang inside of the SECRET BRIEFCASE belonging to THE ONE MORTAL MAN who might be able to stop all of this senseless destruction and save 'AMERICA
light goes dim And she's tryin' to swim Will she make it? (Boy, we sure hope so...) Not even a witch oughta be caughrt On the bottom of America's spew
name is Monica Lewinsky And the world seems constipated We have argued and debated Seems America's political, jaded And the boatman makes the fish And the fish no longer swims
never win a fixed up Latin Grammy After this racist Latinos'll goddamn me But my Black people love me And when I go to South America people'll be tryna
just hit ya block wit that baretta and hop out and let her rip Let her bang let her bust etcetera etcetera You niggaz is scared of the southern part of America
i don't even know if he knows what year it is when i met him in new Orleans he told me that after he retires in America he plans to move to France
swim about me forever more I will race you to the waterside And from the edge of Ireland shout out loud So they could hear it in America It's all for
Black scene leather kid, real Ameri-kid Shove off or move my mountain Calm these bitter bears and I'll thank you for punching a hole And sinking my balloon
swim in the night but we still want to taste that american life, life american life mama, mama filipina i never meant to give you up i had to move to america
I can't take this, this time, straight up man (Yup! Elephant Man, that's Killah Priest I dedicate this one for the thugs on the streets America, you
it an' pitch it By the prints that bought the shit an' ditch it, uh Hip hop ain't responsible for balancin' America America's responsible for balancin' America