a pint of gold I took a trip down to L'America To trade some beads for a pint of gold L'America, L'America, L'America L'America, L'America, L'America L'America
Traduction: The Doors. Amérique.
pint of gold I took a trip down to L'America To trade some beads for a pint of gold L'America, L'America, L'America L'America, L'America, L'America L'America
My love has gone His boots no longer by my door He left at dawn and as I slept, I felt him go {Loop of Erik Satie, as in Pet Shop Boys' Jack The Lad}
he cut out some really, really, really NICE WINGS, and he covered them thoroughly with foil! Thorough-LY wi-TH (e-e-e-e-e) FOIL-L-L! Then he took those
{"Gangsta boogie, gangsta boogie! Gangsta boogie.."} Nigga nigga nigga I'm from [Chorus] (Compton, Compton, Compton) It's the home of America's gangsta
Seems the closer we get to the truth State troopers or FEDs come out to silence you My house in Malibu probably tapped Because living next door to Demi
on the mike is my man hank come on, hank, sing that song check it out, i'm the c-a-s-an-the-o-v-a and the rest is f-l-y ya see i go by the code
Refugees yo.. all you say [Wyclef Jean] Dirty Dirty Dirty South I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A. Sold my first A-K I saw her man get murdered
the Rock is cookin' [Wyclef Jean (The Rock)] Yo this is strictly a club record Dedicated to everybody who used to stand outside in the cold When the F-L
