Well, I don't wanna be a soldier, mama, I don't wanna die Well, I don't wanna be a sailor, mama, I don't wanna fly Well, I don't wanna be a failure, mama
Isn't it a pity, isn't it a shame How we break each other's hearts and cause each other pain? How we take each other's love without thinking anymore Forgetting
Uh, yeah, y'all, guess whose back? Heh, cauli' flavored, momma crack Yeah, yeah, Scott Storch, Mr. M E F Know what I said, black people don't use the
love me on a bus? I'll ask 21 questions and they all about us Could you love me in a Bentley? Could you love me on a bus? I'll ask 21 questions and they
Please forgive what I said all my words I regret hope you never ever let go now I know I needed you so Tears are drowning my heart I need you to tell
Say - say it ain't over 'cause my heart is crying for you Down - deep down you know that so can you forgive me the truth I kept my feelings inside of
Do donA't wonA't Here I am Feeling down, feeling blue Don't you know What it is I`m looking for in you Turn around, girl Don't close your
Life is a Video Game Life is a video game That's all it is a video game Life is a Video Game Now play'eth the video game Smash open crates and jump
Yes yes y'all, and you don't stop Yes yes y'all, and you don't stop Yes yes y'all, and you don't stop (Hello) Yes yes y'all, and you don't stop Yes yes
Ich weiß, was dein Lieblingslied ist,ich weiß, welches Buch du gerade liest ich weiß, was dein Lieblingsfilm ist,ich weiß, wo
Wir brauchten frueher keine grosse Reise Wir wurden braun auf Borkum und auf Sylt Doch heute sind die Braunen nur noch Weisse Denn hier wird man ja doch
you see me on tv diffrent video's here i got a new chick every week i know don't use that to jugde me come and get to know me hopefully i can show you
sales equal more back rubs Not to mention I bought a pack of clubs His impacts about as raw as crack was Now all these new artists getting raw deals Im only 21
Artist: Hot Boys Album: Let' Em Burn Song: Off Wit Ya Head Typed by: CaTasHtRoPhE21@aol.com [B.G.] y'kno it go down fuckin' with the B.G. nigga don
Here goes my chance to change The stranger I?ve become, Growing imperfect. You showed me I was wrong. I?m running to catch my shadow, I?m running to
Most pianos have 88 keys But his has a hundred and nine It plays extra low and extra high And it all sounds extra fine The low notes sound like a buffalo
Ecoute-les vouloir nettoyer nos halls Et si ma France et la tienne sont liees, il faudra tous qu'on s'unisse pour aller voter (Refrain) [Tunisiano] Sortez les me-ar
uh! Graduated to the .38, maybe a nine I prefer the fo' five, stay alive Techs held the crack gate in '88 AR's spit from far, the best temp Camouflage