do the dance (Everybody do the slam) Slam, slam, everybody slam The A-Teens will make you d-d-dance Slam, slam, slam, slam Slam, everybody do the slam
You're one of a kind that's for sure You take from me while all i do is give Chorus: You say the odds are not Not on your side We'll that's a lie We
wanders into a happier place after wishing that I was dead. After wishing that I was dead. Grab this rope from my hands, I'll grow up and try to be a
Übersetzung: Ein. Zuschlagen.
Übersetzung: Andrew WK. Slam John gegen eine Backsteinmauer.
Übersetzung: Side Walk Slam. One Of A Kind.
] Slam, slam Everybody slam The A*Teens will make you d-d-dance Slam, slam Slam, slam [CHORUS] Dance dance clap your hands Just get up and do the Slam! (Slam
and what have you Rip a nigga from New York to west coast, Chicago Don't give a fuck where he from He'll get beat like a drum Till this rap goes numb,
You're one of a kind that's for sure You take from me while all I do is give You say the odds are not, not on your side Well that's a lie We won't sit
dlu dla dlun dloday Everybody ba dlun dloday I don?t care if he?s a friend From the front to the middle to the back to the end (Grazie a miriana per
here [Verse 6: Lloyd Banks] Never discuss cheese around a mouse Nah I got a grimey team that'll probably empty a clip on Big Momma's house Damn her eyes a
believe Time to take it back Don't let them kill your dreams It's not as hard as it may seem Don't be afraid to take a chance Must be a way to make your
love greed No limits to my conscience, anything to succeed I was selfish and conceited, love rage, love hate, A wanna be thug, a plain disgrace Your boy did a
m servin' ya Shanke you, spank ya, your whole style when I gank Guard your rank cause I'm a slam your ass in a pang Puffy weaker than a block that I'm
m serving yah Spank the shank Your whole style when I gank Guard your rank Cause I'm a slam your ass in a pang Puffy weaker than a fuckin' block I'm
how's life been treatin' you? good I hope, y ou got a smile that only a fool would forget and a figure that'll leave a nigga droolin' and shit there I
moons talk to me, how's life been treatin' you? good I hope you got a smile that only a fool would forget and a figure that'll leave a nigga droolin'
locale stan suonando un blues degli Stones loschi individui al bancone del bar pieni di whisky e margaridas tutto ad un tratto la porta fa "slam"
