: Riot on the radio Pictures on the TV Invader man take what he can Shootout on the silver screen Sticking 'em up and knocking 'em down Living out a
: Sa glada allihopa (Sa glada, sa glada) Sa glada allihopa (Sa glada, sa glada) Hur ar laget? Bara bra, bara bra Sa glada allihopa (Sa glada, sa glada
: Carne! Pesce! Carne! Pesce! Carne! Traku! Pesce! Carne! Traku! Pesce! Uh... Sono solo sulla porta Con una candela al naso Sono qui ma non mi importa
: It's goin' down. Yo the girl got a gun, best run. Because she's quick to flip and empty out the clip, and make a man understand where she's comin'
: Big cheese - make me Mine says, "Go [to] the office" Big cheese - make me Mine says, what to say? Black is black, no trading back We were enemies
: [D. Snider] Oh, Saturday night special, little suit me right And it ain't the kinda blade you can use in a fight Made 'em along, well, it's all that
: You always said you were the compassionate one But now you're laughing at the sun With all your high class friends you think you've got it made The
: How Much Is The Fish? The chase... is better than the catch Transforming the tunes We need your support If you've got the breath back It's a first
: I heard about ya from a girl backstage You were packin' it with nothin' but you carried a 12 gauge Everybody told me stay away from this dude He's
It's goin' down, yo the girl got a gun, best run Because she's quick to flip and empty out the clip And make a man understand where she's comin' from
I don't want to understand this horror There's a weight in your eyes, I can't admit Everybody ends up here in bottles But the name tag's the last thing
You always said, "You were the compassionate one" But now you're laughing at the sun With all your high class friends, you think you've got it made The
Es lo que veo, lo que me rodea Puro azul Soy pez demodio que persigue a su hembra Por su luz Entre la arena que murio en el fondo Te abrace Se escucha
Big cheese, make me Mine says, "Go to the office" Big cheese, make me Mine says, "One that stays" Black is black, straight back Need more enemies Sure
Gettin' in where I fit in, right? What that deuce deuce poppin' like? Baby, I like the way you work that tongue You had a don't care nigga for 3 weeks
Everywhere I go A thousand faces stare at me Eating from the palm A date from hand to mouth Break a leg! The shoes are on the bottom On your way But the
Sitting on the ocean floor, feeling all insight Diving to our big fish bowl now Everything's alright Swimming is all that you do for fun And dodging hooks
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