pensarlo ella me pide la bici de prisa Y llama a su amiga que le dice "No me digas que nos vamos al mall!" Se engancha sus gafas de sol Que no se quita
like Twizzlers, and I like the Alligator Bob, and my favorite movie is um, Bloodsucking Freaks, just like your mama. [Al Watts:] Okay, contestant number 4. [Contestant #4
toas estas estrellas, 4 filing, huele a gaviota Se te nota Ke lo tuyo es el perreo Sobre dosis del ano cincuen. Wa! Guayoteo Simple, busca a la tuya pai
him a baby See back back then then if you had a car You were the Chi town version of Baby And I was just a virgin a baby One of the reasons I looked up
the following contestants How are you doing, contestants? Alright, yo mama So fellas, tell us a little bit about yourselves Contestant number one How ya doin', Al
a baby See back back then then if you had a car You was the Chi-Town version of Baby And I was just a virgin, a baby One of the reasons I looked up
a baby See back, back then, then if you had a car You was the Chi-Town version of Baby And I was just a virgin, a baby One of the reasons I looked up
eyes And he is on a horse a horse a horse With a train of smoke behind its hooves And I must say from my depths I have seen a story emerge from a cloud
Protect my thrown pal like a king, Al Capone style Fake no jacks on this grind Coked up with crack I get mine Living life as a Don, Guess Gortex, Louis
thirteen Hello La-a-a-ove. [AL] Early to bed, Early to rise. Your broad goes out Other guys. [CASSIE] A diaphragm, a diaphragm. I thought a
Verse 1: Check it, I catch more heat than a histitic jew You catch two thumbs down like a matty rich movie review Your individuality is missing like adam
And cross the West Coast where fools get wicked I'm in the gang hell a D I'm try to score a meal ticket Break fiends on boulders, I means Al soda Duckin
cross the West Coast where fools get wicked I'm in the gang hell, a D, I'm try to score a meal ticket Break fiends on boulders, I means Al soda Duckin
the bangers, bloods and 'cause I was a soldier, I still remain a soldier A cobra, even sold my mamma a bowl a Down a fifty of hennesee and blow a bag
upset Paul McCartney Back again That is such a blessing Computers, iTunes Albums by the soul So, anyone can make a movie Everyone just seems so stupid