I play in a band We're the best in the land We're big in both Chelsea and France I play one mean guitar and then score at the bar There's a line
Me Solo : Steel - Lead Guitar Walking those lonely sidewalks, not I dime do I own I need to see that pretty gal, back there in San Antone I m up here in San Francisco
c mais je sais qui te ment je le baise techniquement en equipe et puis en equipement ils sont tous condamner a mort et c?est moi le propre le rap francais
del Papa de Roma? ese... un particular. ?Pero a ti que te voy a contar? Fijate que yo, sin ser socialista de las de carne y hasta aqui del GAL y de la
go down the Mississippi, 'round the Gulf of Mexico. There were gamblers, crooks and fakers and a minstrel man who'd dance. A singin' gal, Simone Lamour, imported straight from France
her this is how we do it all damn night, all damn When she walk out she dem a talk 'bout Di gal deh pon fire, and dem caan put out I'm suicidal, and I
fly on an airplane But if you don?t feel safe Then you better have no place to go You have me alone In a airport restaurant Charles de gal de France
g's Hot gal a model inna capris, just a roll and a live it up champagne sippin up [Chorus & Outro:] (A weh dem grudge you fah?) A true a pure pretty gal
Testorosa Secret pop out a road Like bread pop out a toaster Deh pon di notice board like a poster Chorus Portmore mi lose off a certain man unuh Caw dem tek di gal
you never see a ackee or a stew in it So why your chewin it why your why your chewin it [Verse 2: Vybz Kartel] Portmore mi lose offa certain man yuh know Caught dem tek di gal
Woh, Woh be my be my lady Woh, woh, woh, be my be my lady Verse 1: I use to love har for ever Think so she smart but tha gal ya no Clever, how she
out mek mi gwane Chorus Verse 3 (Beenie): Yow! Nuff would a love si mi loose And mi confuse But wi done reach a France Shoot di ball from wi
: I play in a band We're the best in the land We're big in both Chelsea and France I play one mean guitar and then score at the bar There's a line
down the Mississippi, 'round the Gulf of Mexico. There were gamblers, crooks and fakers and a minstrel man who'd dance. A singin' gal, Simone Lamour, imported straight from France
this is how we do it all damn night, all damn When she walk out she dem a talk 'bout Di gal deh pon fire, and dem caan put out I'm suicidal, and I turn