Yo a sissy cop in the hood Shakin' a brother down, thinkin' he ain't no good What's your name, what you standin' here for? Thought I told ya not to come
Tulkojums: Paris. Brīdinājuma.
Yo, a sissy cop in the hood Shakin a brother down, thinkin he ain't no good What's your name what you standin here for Thought I told ya not to come
She's a Ryda For Me I don't know If you've been told All I know Is that you've been warned About My Girl She's a killa She's bad Oh God. Oh My, She
niggas around im getting more greater and its the gang shit that i aint seen yet and its the gang niggas i aint meet yet even though i been to paris
vibe All over, all over, ohhyeah Brazil, I hear you calling *ad-lib* The vibes is so right Tell them already, we have to tell them again Warn them already, we have to warn
a tapping Up like, "What?", this thunder Clapping in my brain like graphic Halflings Staffing me, I put down Milton Cell phone mute like Paris Hilton
tapping. Up like, "What?", this thunder clapping in my brain like graphic Halflings. Staffing me, I put down Milton. Cell phone mute like Paris Hilton
came a tapping Up like, "What?", this thunder clapping In my brain like graphic half lings Staffing me, I put down Milton Cell phone mute like Paris
only lived for dancing But in the face of matrimony She only lived for dancing She still heard the warnings of family And friends, as she sat at Paris
Ich erinnere mich noch genau daran, Mann, wir warn' von Anfang an wie besessen, werd' es nie vergessen '92-That's real underground, Rap Nation, gesetzt
make a nigga Jigga Jay-Z lethal drugs Eighteen carat gold pen, when it hits the sheets Words worth a million like I'm rappin' 'em through platinum teeth I got the Grey Poupon, you been warned
Riviera On every street a gay casino Where continentals sip their vino And leave their fortunes to chance The Riviera Where matrons draped in Paris
again and found myself in paris in the cemetery rain. dear anne came to me and took me by the arm showed me old disasters embedded in the palm warned
to lace up 'dem boots I'm-a-gonna tell you a story now about one concerned farmer and all you rudie So listen up - She said she gonna be warned and be
in the light of a solitary streetlamp, her lover. She is in time. She will save him. They will flee to Paris. She begins to run but his figure seems
GROUP: AH, AH, AH, AH,AH, AH, AH AH, AH, AH, AH,AH, AH, AH BOB G.: That's our song. "Oh What A Night" "Se Souir el La". French. Number one in Paris
