me off my feet One little touch Now my life's complete 'cause when he Nudged me Love put me in a fix, yes it Hit me Just like a ton of bricks, yes my
it's back to NYC on the MIC I've got a party in Saudi Arabia, Drunk in a building so high In Dubai I wanna touch you in a park-a In Russia It was nice
?s go Watch me apply the pressure All decked in lace and leather Heels 6-inch, makes a boy want to buy his lip Look but don?t touch, unless you want
pon di sitt'n like a dance u dey Balance drop french like a france u dey Foot inna air she a trimble wen she feel it She a pray to father God a beg him
Tout et ca comme beyonce joue les belles comme si [... ] veulent danser Ne me touche pas mademoiselle, on se conait pas! (hey ciara, do you speack french
a pill Unhappy? Take a pill You're hungry? Take a pill Too tired? Take a pill Can't sleep? Take a pill Braindead? Take a pill Can't fuck? Take a
Tik-it! [Verse 1:] [Dr. Dre:] I'm Dre from - back in the day from N.W.A from - back in the grave from Chokin' a bitch to - smacking her face from Stacking
a place in a t shirt wit my stains on it But i dont give a damn...give a fuck...give a shit...give a hell give a piss give a dick give a lick [Proof]
to come and get me Because I pack a French curler with me And them punks are gonna have to take me out quick Because I can do a double-flip you fat piece
I work Everyone treats me just like a jerk Nobody offers me a tip I'm gonna stay here - pumping Jill's hips... I met you out at the Mardi Gras On a French
lost Sawyer, (il a) la purete de nate de Gossip Girl, (il a) le cote chanteur-danseur de ju,ju,Justin. (il a) Un humour a la Friends et le mystere de
quite renowned Author of books made famous On his years in the French Underground But you, Luba, the Baroness It was really your blue blood No one could touch
got a floppy French hat Voodoo in her eyes An endangered species on her back She talks about the movies She likes to talk about art She can show you a
day, this a thug's wedding day And love, will we make it? Let us pray... In a limo, my niggas, my father, my brothers Everybody in tuxes gettin' blunted <a
societe parallele, On a le vent dans le dos pret a voler de nos propres ailes Chez moi y'a pas de trou , pas... Non y'a pas de place pour tout ca Dans
Everytime you play this record, smell like coochie Follow dem',Screamin' like a groupay Misdemeanor move my nookie like a hoochay For them hatas fuck whatever you say Because you know I'm too cool for you anyway I'm just a
guess I stick up, stick up, till I touch the sky, touch the sky. Ohh I grab my back, I check my swag and I'm after door, I'm ready for a good night,
