Xaphoon, you crazy... Crazy, crazy, crazy, cra, cra, cra, crazy... Can I rock to this rhyme? You're not on my mind, They said we blowin up, don't jump
Wenn ich ein Zombie war', dann brauchte ich keinen Kombi mehr. Denn machen wir uns mal nichts vor: Wer nimmt schon 'nen Zombie als Spediteur? Wenn ich
Caminando en este mundo ando yo. Sin un rumbo, sin destino, sin razon Sin nadie como tu para amar Teniendo este amor que me va ha ahogar. Amor dime como
young you?re middle-class they say it doesn?t matter fifteen blue shirts and womanly hands you?re shooting up the ladder Your mind is racing like a pro
I saw the disappointment from across your face. A mark of solitude. So here?s to giving in. Your eyes have betrayed you. And ill wear this mask of disgust
, she will do you all. [Chorus] x 2 Pull your pants up! Put your hands up! It's game over when your ladies got your mans up! She's a Pro when it's time
to my hall of fame Not just a player, Im a pro lover (lover) Not just a player, Im a pro lover (lover) Not just a player, Im a pro lover (lover) [Outro
See the late night talk show guest professional A movie star and some kind of telectual (oh whoa oh whoa..) Oh whoaaaaa oh whoaaaaaaaaa oh whoaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Elegy... My heart dies to leave you. My soul will be a chimera. Our paths are crossed here. If I could...I would Like... Look at the bloody wounds This
hall of fame Not just a player, I'm a pro lover (Lover) Not just a player, I'm a pro lover (Lover) Not just a player, I'm a pro lover (Lover) Better
Vamos disfruta el presente ya!. Nada en la vida es para siempre hermano, escucha la voz de esta gente que dice: nada en esta vida nos pertenece para siempre
See me comin' to town with my soul Straight down out of the world with my fingers Holdin' onto the devil I know All my troubles'll hang on your trigger
There was a clubhouse, only kept special guests in Place much darker than the room I rest in Creepy spot where the dust covers the floor And some fishin
Speakin' of this art form, the slang is dangerous MC's are like sperm cells, a gang of us Fightin' to reach the egg, bikin' and lose a leg Odds are like
Pro tools Took her off the showroom floor no money down Near the Chrysler buildin' in the heart of Midtown Two hundred horse-power under the hood Junk
All I need is a beat with a continuous loop And a live vibe that'll hypnotize like the flute Along with somethin' that's rugged by nature like the forest