Per i tuoi larghi occhi, per i tuoi larghi occhi chiari che non piangono mai, che non piangono mai. E perche non mi hai dato che un addio tanto
Si racconta che una volta c'era un posto senza schiavi e senza re dov'era bello vivere. E quel posto si chiamava Paradiso, niente guerre fra di noi e
A sharp shooter well exceeding any figure four You see my figure more or less stick some more On your vest then my larynx and lungs and this voice I project My pro
P, t'es trop pas prete a ceder devant la merde, ben non ! T'as des epaules, t'as du charisme et t'as du gout, T'es une vraie pro, tu parles tarifs, tu
t'avoue que j'm'adresse aux immigres mais si t'es francais tu peux comprendre Tu peux entendre penser parler et changer ta vision du monde J'suis pas pro-black, j'suis pro
en ont marre de douiller T'es conseille d'etre Douillet sauf dans le judo Amateur de Vale Tudo plus que les etudes Au micro le niveau est pro - - fessionnel
Et donc me pousse a etre encore plus speclaliste, Idealiste, le teknik par l'esprit realiste, Telle la liste du plus grand terroriste. Mon texte est long, moi je suis large
bon grog / Fais pas le ouf, j'etouffe les affaire / Etoffe la matiere, disloque la grammaire / J'introduis, l'produit, m'produis au micro / Produit par Laarso pro
my math Ain't nothin new to me, blowin backs out, six-pack Stout's Wide fat mouth, the evil look, with a bow-leg Yo niggaz said, "Shorty's a pro, she
of the world's two whips, a crib and a girl quick to celebrate it, poppin' corks like they made it pretentious, arrogant niggas is senseless pro ball
je fais. Je suis mineur, j'ai MONTANA, NORIEGA dans le cerveau. Un des jeunots, qui pour la maille, au vice est devenu pro. Trop de bleme-pro dans
reason bitches want me to spend money Just to spread 'em like gin rummy I'm Yah Yah, holier than Roshashana With baby mamas that's pro-black like DeSada The Lover large
Calling yourself a romantic, let me explain Been across the whole Atlantic and back again I had it with your antics, your childish games Baby, I call
Wake up mama, don't you sleep so hard Wake up mama, don't you sleep so hard For it's these old blues walkin' all over your yard I've got these blues [
Hey, girl, in your summer blouse Walking down the beach road from your house How I'm thinking what to say to you But I'm weak and stupid when I'm near
Ice-age heat, wave can't complain If the world's at large, why should I remain? Walked away to another plane Gonna find another place, maybe one I can
So you brush you hair down and you let your makeup dry Stupid and you let the ball drop Why did you do it? Why did you do it? and you let your bridges
