won't make a sound oh no uh oh send somebody for us oh no uh oh no oh no uh oh send somebody for us oh no its too late red light on blinking
time, to the line, three inside, for what? who really cares? our screams won't make a sound. [Chorus:] Oh no, uh oh, send somebody for us Oh no, it's
: [B.O.B:] Oh this is crazy haha Ok, ay charlie ha Wassup this Bobby Oh, ya don't say so, vote for pedro Wait, I mean vote for Kay tho hes on the base
dopo giorno, giorno dopo giorno... Una splendida giornata limpida di un sole acceso, bella cosi una splendida giornata oggi sembra festa, invece e mercoledi. Una splendida giornata limpida
size of the pinky ring It looks like a bracelet on my finger Wedding ring in my ear Earrings on my neck, yeah what you expect Nigga, I'm something like a pimp Something about the limp
limpido Relampago. No apice, Em atimos Que pareceram seculos, Eu me banhei E me lavei Em sexo e luz. Entao, Alem do monte, alem do horizonte, Oh sim
bitch right and I'm like yeah, I told her I write music for a living And she's like need I say yeah, my name is 50 Cent And she said "oh you 50 Cent,
trees up (Roll that) If you watch how I move, you mistake me for a player or pimp Been hit with a few shovels, I ain't walk in a limp (I'm aight) In
baby hold on My child ain't done nothing wrong Still I want to holler Ask them why they don't bother Oh no, oh no Make me turn to my father And ask
breaking the law the new seed yes they want more Cypress Hill Soul Assasins we smokin 420 all day we ain't joking serve it up oh yes and the hard stuff
: Es el mensaje de la cruz Que nos da libertad Nos dio la victoria De ya no pecar Oh hermoso Cristo Moriste en la cruz Junto a pecadores Tu Te quisiste
: (feat. Godsmack & Limp Bizkit) Ooo Whatcha gonna do now Whatcha gonna do when they rhythm comes kicken you Tryin to make me bleed in to My resent
don't do Withe music I make fight music For High School kids I pull side full grips When I drive like this {screech} With a slipped disk From a Limp
to do! Like I'm supposed to be star-struck, come over to you You better shut your fuckin mouth while you oh-for-two Back in ninety-four Limp opened the
Bizkit, Limp'n The Underground Kingz in the building, pimpin Oh no, they must be feelin me Pinch me now, this don't feel real to me Oh yeah, it's my son
s crackin Dre? [Dr. Dre] Just let me lay back and kick some mo' simplistic pimp shit on Slim's shit and start riots like Limp Bizkit (Limp Bizkit) Throw