I met her at the pool yeah she was smoking hott she told me maybe we should get together sometime she asked me if i could, rub oil on her back and
un man le zink de son pote omar avait du pilon a bicrave le filon n'etait pas bidon, biensur qu'il etait fiable renoi d'apparance reglo qui traine avec les beurres l'american
It's a god-awful small affair To the girl with the mousy hair But her mother is yelling "No" And her father has told her to go But her friend is nowhere
wah Heroes and villains Just see what you've done, done, done Oh yeah, he! Bicycle riders See, see what you've done, done, done Do that (you?) to the American
dem gun dem borrow My gun mi haffi push inna whell barrel And, mi know seh dat dem fake, and... Dem caan war american, african and jamaican Shots strip
they're all about Watch out, you're dealing with a photostat When they say they care it's a bonify affair Look out, beware of the businessman Express American
during sex, kill them during talk kill them whenever you can Future farmers of America future farmers of America Future farmers of America These - - stupid black owners are foreigners to affairs
qui voulait trois milliards La banque du peuple s'trouve a Beverly Hills Et les p'tites coupures sont dans les bidonvilles Visa, Mastercard, American
des femmes sans visage a l'atterissage soyons desinvoltes n'ayons l'air de rien para la queja mexica este sueno de america celebremos la aluna de siempre
I'm making a fortune. You're muscle and gall. Naive at best. I'm bone, brain and Cock. Deep down stronger than all. A sad state of affairs. A crippled America
stepped in with the fan-fare fandangle You had the grace of Princess Grace the American model That night, my heart was a highway We met and had a small affair
the holy back beat Events and casual affairs Just what is moving on And what is going on In dream a dream a Courage of dreams In trance as mission Trans-American
ya throw your hands high in the air ya rockin to the rhythm, shake your derriere ya rockin to the beat without a care with the sureshot m.c.s for the affair
It's a God awful small affair To the girl with the mousey hair, But her mummy is yelling, "No!" And her daddy has told her to go, But her friend is no
, can I believe in my America Oh, in the business of America Oh, that?s the system at work Everybody?s a jerk Oh, can I believe in my America Oh, hard
all these year, the tears of the growing fears That I would never hear, never again Voice of America, oh America Voice of America, oh America Voice of America, oh America
