spoken fragments, nearly pure instrumental
Traduction: Circulation. Donner Pour Vous.
(Winwood/Capaldi/Wood/Mason) [Instrumental]
from it While i go run i go surpass myself and nobody else I give you the head start you set me the pace Don't need to prove superiority No matter if you
a hoop star It's finger li- lickin good like a full course Give it to ya girl don't have to tell you baby You start if you like it you know I love
- like a hoop star It's finger li- lickin good like a full course Give it to ya girl don't have to tell you baby You start if you like it you know I
you on this highway [Chorus: T-Pain] I'm talkin bout that backseat action (oh) Out in the middle of the traffic (oh) I'm bout to pull over, and give you
wrist drop some kush in tha cigarillo and then give it a twist pull out Black t-shirt baige dickie pants black house shoes can't forget my bandana to give
the atmosphere Tweety singing, loud and clear In my cup, is Belvedere Pockets full, of big face bills Three story pad, in Beverly Hills So much ice, you
vroom), but you know what pa' They usually stop me just to say they wanna drive my car, uh Nah tell the station give you a raise And maybe you can be
(feat. Tyrese) [2Pac] Whassup Boo? Swear I'll never call you bitch again You ain't fuck with me, hehehe I swear I'll never call you bitch again (All
you Reminiscing needing tissues Fighting over childish issues, swear I can't live with you but without you everyday I miss you Word on roll you hold my pistol My gangsta bitch that you
I die, my competion's zero Cause I could give a fuck about you, better duck Or I'll be forced to hit yo ass up I give a fuck I'm sick inside my mind,
of the mind full of luminous matter and slowly all the pressure recedes and you stop to decay naturally think clearly ultimately though your grace will give way to traffic
precious stone You're out on your own You know everyone in the world But you feel alone Daddy won't let you weep Daddy won't let you ache Daddy gives you
's a lot to see You don't like the photographs of me So you've got a lot to say You don't sleep around, but sometimes you stray You don't believe, often
, and when you split it kind a G it's sick, you could leave it to a three o shit [Chours: x2] [50 Cent:] Girl you know every time you come around your
