: Per i tuoi larghi occhi, per i tuoi larghi occhi chiari che non piangono mai, che non piangono mai. E perche non mi hai dato che un addio tanto
: it's dark here, and it's smoke filled in this pub upper room you're drinking, and i hate that that's the bastard i am i cut off, drift off thinking
: Girotondo per i grandi Invidiosi dei bambini come me Girotondo per tornare Ai bei giorni dell?asilo insieme a me Inseguendo le farfalle nel giardino
: (The Mothership Connection) [VERSE 1] There's no way you can skip the subject You move your hips to this cause you love it Admire it And I'm the
, t'es trop pas prete a ceder devant la merde, ben non ! T'as des epaules, t'as du charisme et t'as du gout, T'es une vraie pro, tu parles tarifs, tu
'en ont marre de douiller T'es conseille d'etre Douillet sauf dans le judo Amateur de Vale Tudo plus que les etudes Au micro le niveau est pro - - fessionnel
't affect me" You livin large I'm thinkin like, "It don't impress me" Rockin them chains, Sojourner Truth is tryin to set free It don't take a pro-fessor
my math Ain't nothin new to me, blowin backs out, six-pack Stout's Wide fat mouth, the evil look, with a bow-leg Yo niggaz said, "Shorty's a pro, she
of the world's two whips, a crib and a girl quick to celebrate it, poppin' corks like they made it pretentious, arrogant niggas is senseless pro ball
trilla scene I got ho's who commit more sins then the philistines She's a redbone, angel eyes, black, Philippine Eating a million dicks a day jaws like the guillotine Large
Redman ready to rock ruff rhymes Renegade rapper, rip when it's rhyme time Punk push a pin in ?(pilt)? so when I ?(pit)? Pack pistol posse flow some more pro
' ain't me But if I ever have to trick so a nigga won't trick me Been doin' what I doin' for years I'm like a pro at this See can't nobody flow with this
Calling yourself a romantic, let me explain Been across the whole Atlantic and back again I had it with your antics, your childish games Baby, I call
Wake up mama, don't you sleep so hard Wake up mama, don't you sleep so hard For it's these old blues walkin' all over your yard I've got these blues [
Hey, girl, in your summer blouse Walking down the beach road from your house How I'm thinking what to say to you But I'm weak and stupid when I'm near
Ice-age heat, wave can't complain If the world's at large, why should I remain? Walked away to another plane Gonna find another place, maybe one I can
So you brush you hair down and you let your makeup dry Stupid and you let the ball drop Why did you do it? Why did you do it? and you let your bridges
Their custom concern for the people Build up the monuments and steeples To wear out our eyes I get up just about noon My head sends a message for me
