Dancing with the bad boys Dancing all night long Dancing with the bad boys Dancing all night long Dancing with the bad boys Dancing all night long Dancing with the bad boys Dancing
Übersetzung: Bad Boys Blue. Dancing With The Bad Boys.
town Bertha Mason shook it - broke it Then she hung it on a wall Says, "You're dancin' with whom they tell you to Or you don't dance at all." It's tough
la la laa la la laa La la la la la laa Forget your singalongs and your lullabies Surrender to the city of the fireflies Dance with the devil in beat with the band To hell with
best Diddy Jazze Phizzle Nelly now Jagged edge (u no that u looovvveee) The Notorious (notorious) B. I. G The Biggie duets Notorious Bad boys Show enough
years, all that How could I not be dead This old German Said I was a thug with a notty head Looked at my Benz and called that a Nazi sled With a face
I represent my people the way that a playa should et love from all the homies in the red and the blue Mexicanos y cubanos and em white boys too I stay
I'm rollin in with them baby blue chucks And I still got my khakis creased Im still rockin on these beats, and got a bad rep on the streets Its the S
love with him 'Cause I saw you dancing in the gym You both kicked off your shoes Man, I dig those rhythm and blues I was a lonely teenage bronc'n' buck With
all that, how can I not be dead? This old German said I was a thug with a notty head Looked at my Benz and called that a Nazi sled With a face like he
is me, can't remembers my beefs With who? For what? They screw-face me up, my boo laced me up Bolinsiaga, flimsy condo with bimbos in south of Kalan Gro
' it This boy's bad with a pen and a pad Records selling like mad, people thought it was a fad 'Cause back in the day some folks weren't with it What
are leaving town Reformation shook it, broke it, then she hung it on the wall Say you dancin' with whom they tell you to or you don't dance at all It
leaving town Reformation shook it, broke it, then she hung it on the wall Say you dance with whom they tell you to or you don't dance at all It's
know It's no big t'ing No big t'ing Time for these boot heels to be wanderin' Towards those burnin' sands A genetical testimony That white boys simply cannot dance
is over Here comes Sunday shining through I could stay right here forever Sunday morning New York blue Down town Girls who wear boots with their ball gowns Looking for boys with
that on a record You gotta have that, you gotta have a ho, ho, ho Gotta have two of those, hit 'em with a woo, woo, woo I like that, thats not bad, come
