The serpent sleeping in my body,. Standing in the flame with twelve snakes,. Am amrite hum phat, kamro-gundali,. Feeling the kundalini start to awake,.
Got your money. Ohh baby. I dedicate this to all the pretty girls. All the pretty girls. Its on (echo). All the pretty girls, in the world. And the ugly girls too.
[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]. Yo East New York in this motherfucker, Blahzay Blah in this motherfucker. Brooklyn in this motherfucker, Dirt Dog in this motherfucker, it's on point.
I am the U-N-I, The Q-U-E, the G to the O-D. I said I go by the unforgettable name of the man called Unique G. Well, my name is known all over the world.
Ohhh baby. I dedicate this to all the pretty girls. All the pretty girls. It's on. All the pretty girls, in the world. And the ugly girls too. Cause to me your pretty anyways baby.
Give it to ya raw!. Yo it's that old school shit. About 12 years old. . Let's get physical operate your brain to function. I remember the Gods at the junction.
Man man, look up at the sky. All the stars man, the stars is beautiful tonight. Look at 'em. . Ghetto superstar, that is what you are. Comin' from afar, reachin' for the stars.
Damme 'o documento ca si no poi t'allamiente,. 'O documento tu me l'ha da'. Songo songo d'a Digos. T'o voglio dicere t'o voglio canta'. . È 2 ore che chiedi stu documento.
I come to get down. Everybody get up. Don't fight the vibe when it hits you. Do it to you get you enough. That's why I say get up. Why you sitting? Get up.
I see you hanging on by your fingernails. You look up to me. . Please don't give your love to me. I will lose it. Please don't give your time to me. I will waste it.
The numbers match again. The morning spotlight shines through the window pane. And picks out the knots deep in the wood. On the piano where you were stood.
Got my feet up. God almighty's on my side. Got my shotgun. Gonna fire into the sky. No reason why. . And when I empty the draw. I'll get me some more.
Hola! Soy Celia Cruz. Y estoy aqui con Wyclef, celebrando el Carnival. Azucar!!. [singing] Guantanamera. [Wyclef] We out here in Miami just shining. [singing] Guajila, Guantanamera.
soothsayers predict a holocaust. corrupt politicians, defend this way of living. whatever the loss - at any cost. . where did we go wrong?. we crossed the finishing line.
I head across the country, looking for Mexico. I got stuck in Kansas with no place to go. Oh I'm a gypsy, that's what I am. . Uh, I'm a gypsy, and I don't give a damn.