: Wenn ich ein Zombie war', dann brauchte ich keinen Kombi mehr. Denn machen wir uns mal nichts vor: Wer nimmt schon 'nen Zombie als Spediteur? Wenn
: [parlato] Il mio nome e' Tremoto vengo dalla lontana Repubblica democratica filippina . Avete gia' ascoltato la mia vose nel disco Long Playing di
: "Where are you going now, your [?] Your fucking proud. Look, it is not your tired etc, etc, etc. I said I am sorry. You know, I am sorry. I am more
: Die Zeit ist reif ist es ein Zufall richtig glaub ich nicht daran Im Leben hei?t's trifft man sich zweimal heute sind wir beide dran Wie eine schlechte
, doch nie zuruck! Zum letzten Mal tun, was du willst. Noch bist du frei! Denn die Dummheit der Justiz halt die letzte Ture frei. In Dubio Pro Reo - Im
weekend, she will do you all. [Chorus] x 2 Pull your pants up! Put your hands up! It's game over when your ladies got your mans up! She's a Pro when
you?re middle-class they say it doesn?t matter fifteen blue shirts and womanly hands you?re shooting up the ladder Your mind is racing like a pro
: I saw the disappointment from across your face. A mark of solitude. So here?s to giving in. Your eyes have betrayed you. And ill wear this mask of
: Elegy... My heart dies to leave you. My soul will be a chimera. Our paths are crossed here. If I could...I would Like... Look at the bloody wounds
to my hall of fame Not just a player, Im a pro lover (lover) Not just a player, Im a pro lover (lover) Not just a player, Im a pro lover (lover) [Outro
hall of fame Not just a player, I'm a pro lover (Lover) Not just a player, I'm a pro lover (Lover) Not just a player, I'm a pro lover (Lover) Better
Vamos disfruta el presente ya!. Nada en la vida es para siempre hermano, escucha la voz de esta gente que dice: nada en esta vida nos pertenece para siempre
See me comin' to town with my soul Straight down out of the world with my fingers Holdin' onto the devil I know All my troubles'll hang on your trigger
There was a clubhouse, only kept special guests in Place much darker than the room I rest in Creepy spot where the dust covers the floor And some fishin
Speakin' of this art form, the slang is dangerous MC's are like sperm cells, a gang of us Fightin' to reach the egg, bikin' and lose a leg Odds are like
Pro tools Took her off the showroom floor no money down Near the Chrysler buildin' in the heart of Midtown Two hundred horse-power under the hood Junk
All I need is a beat with a continuous loop And a live vibe that'll hypnotize like the flute Along with somethin' that's rugged by nature like the forest
What goes around, comes around In his own iniquity he dies, through Columbian ties Faded back to the essence, still forced to learn a lesson All debts
