last. Where in the world, where in the world, do we go from here? Where in the world, where in the world do we go from here? Where in the world do I
Traduction: Fish. Où Dans Le Monde.
don't Stop sending your trash to sea Leave it on the dry land (dry land) Where the living scream die man (die man) Awwwwww He made this world, took
call me Z-Ro the Crooked King of Da Ghetto, know I'm saying You wanna be the queen, let me holla at ya [Z-Ro:] You want a nigga to touch you where it
give me mine A ton and a half, of leave me alone Coming at me your members too nervous, to come see me alone Where the real niggaz at, where the real
grabbed the microphone and I got down just like James Brown gather round of our sight and sound pound for pound we throw down rather profound i'll put you in another world
in the box in the prison Sing-sing is where he biddin' She in the Gucci tights and Findi high heals Baby wipes and cans of Infamil Moter bike and grams of fish
the box in the prison Sing-sing is where he biddin' She in the Gucci tights and Findi high heals Baby wipes and cans of Infamil Moter bike and grams of fish
face You gotta look some other place And where do you look for this hope that yer seekin' Where do you look for this lamp that's a-burnin' Where do you
tractor runs where air was clean and cool make money, bringing fuel. Where will this lead to and what is this good for? A Poor World, Poor World. Fishes
I ain't in Checotah anymore. I'm in a world so wide, It makes me feel small sometimes, I miss the big blue skies, the Oklahoma kind. In a world of
Check it out [Chorus: x2] If money makes a man strange -- we gots to rearrange So what makes the world go round If love is against the law -- listen
be settled with this mishapen.. very well, but it must stay here, in the church *Archdeacon*Here? Where? *Frollo* Anywhere.. Just so he's kept locked away where
here all the fish is happy As off through the waves they roll The fish on the land ain't happy They sad 'cause they in their bowl But fish in the bowl
we came To this poor provincial town [Baker:] Good Morning, Belle! [Belle:] 'Morning, Monsieur. [Baker:] Where are
fish are happy As off through the waves they roll The fish on the land ain't happy They sad 'cos they're in the bowl But fish in the bowl are lucky They
all the fish are happy As off through the waves they roll The fish on the land ain't happy They sad 'cos they're in the bowl But fish in the bowl is
