dadaa dadaa da dap Tadaa da dap, Tadaa da dap, Tadaa dadaa dadaa da dap I'm coming home I'm coming home I'm coming home I'm coming home I'm coming home
Traduction: Romeo. Coming Home.
on back to the chrome I'm kind of quick to click so get gone or catch one to the dome Mo-City Texas that's my home, but I can rome all over So it's ghetto
when I pull out my black Mack Cause it's over, the fat lady done sung the song From California to Rome, these hoes pussies stay warm And on to the Alamo Dome, then right back home
walk in the light Cecilia -you're gonna live forever According to a well known song Cecilia -walk in the light Cecilia -did you come home and to whom Romeo
Mother said come home Father said come home Sisters said come home So my friends said come home I said Let me be, I'm alright Can't you see, I'm just
t come home tonight. Romeo: Un gran aniversario, se queda solitario. Hit me! Wyclef: If she don't call me right now Romeo: En esta navidad llegara la soledad, solo escucha... Romeo
you're gone all day But I know you're coming home tonight And when you're home, darling all you've got to be is you But when in Rome, do as the Romans
& Terry Lewis, Daddy-O, and Boyz II Men London, Paris, Monte Carlo, Germany, and Rome Different places, different faces still it feels like home China
Sal, Fifteen miles on the Erie Canal! Git up there, mule, here comes a lock, We'll make Rome 'bout six o'clock, One more trip and back we'll go Right back home
have something nice to say The tough now they get going when the going gets tough.' But for you my best was never good enough 'Now don't try for a home
ll have your urgently exposed No emergencies bringin back ur souls Slugs shatter your bone for pat pat me in the dome Learn is powderin We catch him at home, he rome
like Hiroshima") For this, why it's the X, you retarded? 'Cause I grab the mic and get down, like syndrome Hide in Rome and to the masses, without boundaries
tire of just passing through Get me safe, get me warm Get me a southern California morning Where I was born Babe, I'm coming I'm coming home to you
home, To the olive trees and the golden corn That whispers in the fields up in the hills beyond the place where I was born; And here in Rome the talk
back at home You can?t go to Zion with no big rusty nine, Big rusty nine have to be left back behind. Give me the microphone and burn down Rome, and
I've just finished writing an advertisement Calling for a boy. No half-hearted Romeo or flirt is meant; That's the kind I'd not employ. Though anybody
of Paris seems somehow sadly gay, The glory that was Rome is just another day, I've been terribly alone and forgotten in Manhattan, I'm going home to
