parle d'mon gars la moi THE SCORE THE SCORE (7 fois) On remboursera pas la dette de l'afrique en prenant le monopole de la coke THE SCORE fais
What?s the score I can?t tell anymore Are we winning, are we losing, are we tied? What?s the score it ain?t what it was before Can anybody tell me what
It was score 22 days ago since i carved you out of the finest pine it's now my quest to find all the splinters you gave that scar my mind What would
The culprit, you act before thinking Caught in your ignorant sin And lying to your own reflection You thought you could hide Deprived of my own innocence
[CLEF] Look into the rhyme Rum to the ripple Sing boo, But at times I come in triple. Blaow, blaow put the heater to your head Now your dead. Wyclef
. We're gonna score tonight, we're gonna score tonight. We're gonna rock, we're gonna roll, We're gonna bop, we're gonna bowl. We're gonna score, score, score, score, score
a score (It's a fine time for a score) It ain't gonna be, it ain't gonna be It ain't gonna be a score (It's a fine time for a score) It ain't gonna be
hungry mouths Saying please feed me well I'm only a child All around you'll find fallow ground But you can't plow a field with a hundred missiles You know the score
Here we go; My only cold I fought Here I am, frozen in time I find a way from you, pave the way And cause I can't stand still they'll leave you down
reste le number one refrain: si ca passe en club pour toute les gos et tous les teubes(c'est que tu es conquis) si ca brules le score et que t'en redemande
Strip this pain you left me with crave me still im screaming out your name Free me from this forsaken road erase my fears of living my life alone escape
Where I was born, nothing is promised My life is filled with less hope than the prophecies of Nostradamus Omega marks the ending of predictability, birth
Strumming my pain with his fingers Singing my life with his words Killing me softly with his song Killing me softly with his song Telling my whole life
We used to be number 10 Now we're permanent one In the battle lost my finger, Mic became my arm Pistol nozzle hits your nasal, blood becomes lukewarm
This is the Fugees, outsiders up in here Everyone wants to be a cowboy Grab your guns boy Forty-five by my side No the nigger dies Zen, zen, zen, zen
[WYCLEF] I woke up this morning I was feeling kind of high It was me, Jesus Christ and Haile Selassie Selassie said greetings in the name of the most