Don't it feel good, babe? Don't it feel good, baby? 'Cause it's so brand new, babe It's so brand new, baby Don't it feel good, babe? Don't it feel good
You are such a crazy girl You are such a crazy girl And I don't know why I even tried to make you love me I want it, babe You are just a crazy girl You
You only like him 'cause he's sexually appealing But I read his journal, it was very revealing He fucked your sister in an elevator junior year, oh yeah
We can do it soft core if you want But you should know I take it both ways We can do it soft core if you want But you should know that I go both ways
We, the people of the United States, in order to form a more perfect Union I have a dream, a dream that one day We hold these truths to be self-evident
Toledo was just another good stop Along the good king?s highway My fortification took me by surprise And hit me, sending me sideways Spellbound, roundly
Elevator buttons and morning air Stranger's silence makes me wanna take the stairs If you were here, we'd laugh about their vacant stares But right now
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so let's sing na, na na na na, hey ya cmon and sing na, na na na na, hey ya this is our song that's all that matters cause we all belong right here together
[Letra y Música: Andrés Giménez] Defender nuestro lugar!!! No dejar de ser Nunca lo que uno quiso Nos marginaran Pero seremos due
Corremos juntos como verdaderos Amigos fieles, orgullo de serlo. Crecimos y mantenemos respeto A nuestros pactos callejeros. Barrio de esquina que marc
Que reste-t-il de nos amours? Que reste-t-il de ces beaux jours? Une photo, vieille photo de ma jeunesse Que reste-t-il des billets doux Des mois
Take a chance, and take a hold give it all, and turn it to gold time has come, so make a stand on your own, and take command Beat the odds, you will survive
When we were in our youth We had dreams that we could fly We had friends that weren't visible And love that never died And as we grow old and felt the
Too hot to handle, too cold to hold They're called the Ghost busters and they're in control Had 'em throwin' a party for a bunch of children While all
Bone, Bone, Bone Wasteland soldiers These are the days of our lives (Of our lives, of our lives) I've been strugglin', hustlin', thuggin' it forever
People ask me how do you maintain You got to keep your mind on money (T H U G) Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change Nigga, let 'em know how
[Chorus 4X: Thin C (Felecia)] What the hell is goin onnnnn? (These are our blocks, these are our hoods, these are our streets) [Layzie Bone] It's a war
