Ima call you out, Ima call you out Oh oh Ima call you out, Ima call you out Oh oh Ima call you out, Ima call you out Oh oh Ima call you out, Ima call
Quand j'ai de la peine, je sais ou aller Pres d'une fontaine, je vais retrouver La ville de bohemes, que j'ai tant aimee Elle est italienne, elle m'a
for running. Dealing drugs to little kids, a streetwise man. Selling death and making cash. Pulling scams and moving bids, a streetwise man. Society has called
C'e adrenalina nell'aria Carne fresca che gira Polvere sulla strada E gente che se la tira E a tocchi a tocchi una campana suona Per i gabbiani che calano
You don?t know where I?m from You don?t know when I?ll come You don?t know much, do you ? Well, neither do I When I come late in your sleep Bringing
Akhenaton : Tes cours de break, de jazz, de krump Ca vient de la rue Les meilleurs dribbles et les meilleurs dunk Ca vient de la rue Les vetements
Giorni di cieco dolore a interrogarsi perche vivere senza sapere la verita Giorni che spaccano il cuore, se mi ricordo di te dei tuoi vent'anni rubati
all know y'all had us down for some years It's the call of da wild nigga, uh, there it is Chorus: Cee-Lo I hear voices in my head and they keep callin
Ce faux pas sur la jetee, moi j'en etais si fier, j'en etais si fier. Ce faux pas sur la jetee, moi j'en etais si fier, j'en etais si fier. Mais apres
Somewhere in a room With a poster on a wall Of a man with his hand In a fist Is a woman who's drinking And her dress is so tight You can see every breath
The return of the hip hop ammadeus Wyclef Toussaint St. Jean drama Streets prounounce me dead x6 I tell em I'm alive but rumor says I'm dead The reserucction
(Lyrics: Otto von Bismark/music: Gold) Smiling faces when you're no.1, it's on, can you relate The people that you meet are the people that you love
fun stops Bodies drop hit the floor music's off Parties stop, everybody hit the door someone's lickin shots off [Verse 3- Swifty] (Nigga I been tryna call
DJ scratches* I'm fuckin' anything when I'm snortin' It's gonna cost 300 dollars to get my Pit Bull an abortion Some bitch asked for my autograph I called
minute left, I just throw my ball To the sideline to Von, he steps outta bounds 48 seconds left on the clock but every last one counts Call another huddle
superintendent's daughter, my brain's out of order i've bin a con artist since i was swimmin' in water in Cahoots with this nigga called Fall Out Von
a second, erm, you know it's not a big problem I wanna tell you but erm - just two - sentences? Oh ja? Von wo bist Du her? Wien, wienerisch, na Wahnsinn