Verse 1:. Light another joint, you're just the wheezer. Wear the mini skirt, and you look like a teaser. Have another drink cause I think I'm leaving.
Damn, I just don't know how to say this. How am I gonna tell her this?. I know there's something wrong. What am I gonna do?. . I have so much on my mind that I want to say to her, I love her.
She had a dark and a-rovin' eye, uh, eye. And her hair hung down in ring-a-lets. She was a nice girl, a proper girl. But one of the rovin' kind. . As I cruised out one evenin' upon a night's career.
Rinka Tinka, Rinka Tinka Tinka. No Toscanini or Parkalilly.. Just Rinka Tinka Man.. No Polka Polka or Kareoka. Just Rinka Tinka Man. And don't don't drink water time..
I will never be. Something other than a worthless mockery. And when I look back I say never again. But I seem to end up screwing myself more and more.
Jealous cowards try to control. Rise above, we're gonna rise above. They distort what we say. Rise above, we're gonna rise above. Try and stop what we do.
Al was ik hier al die tijd kind aan huis. ik was niet altijd blij. Al was dit ook een stukje thuis. het was niet warm voor mij. Ik ruik het plein en ik ken de geur.
Al was ik hier al die tijd kind aan huis. ik was niet altijd blij. Al was dit ook een stukje thuis. het was niet warm voor mij. Ik ruik het plein en ik ken de geur.
(H's Brodie)Rolling On The Smoke ,Chilling With Tha Bro ,Brodie Got The Glock , He Gon Let It Blow. . RIding Wit My Niggas Nem,. All Us Killas Tim , Riding Wit My Niggas We Be Drillin Nem.
Chorus:. . Do The Impossible. See The Invisible. Row! Row!. Fight The Power!. . Touch The Untouchable. Break The Unbreakable. Row! Row!. Fight The Power!.
When I feel alone inside. Away from love. When you don't wanna know. I give like you give to me. . Wherever you will stay. Someday, hiding, afraid. I don't love you anymore.
Rainbows and ridges and rhymers and rhymes,. Lovers and music, they all have their times,. Someone get's started and someone resigns,.
(Juan Luis Guerra). Le die(ro)n dinamita. un Martes en la tarde. se pasa(ro)n el da. pegando los cables. Le din dinamita. con pico de calle. por ms que le dieron.
(Juan Luis Guerra). Yo fui tocando mil veces. ay, Rosala. pa(ra) que me abrieras la puerta. ay, Rosala. pero tu amor enloquece, mira. ay, Rosala. y a veces le da sordera.
(Juan Luis Guerra). Yo fui tocando mil veces. ay, Rosala. pa(ra) que me abrieras la puerta. ay, Rosala. pero tu amor enloquece, mira. ay, Rosala. y a veces le da sordera.
(Juan Luis Guerra). Mi mujer trabaja en Zona Franca. borda sueo en mangas de camisa. y recoge el ruedo de la tarde. con un sol de "jean" en su sonrisa.
(Roger Zayas-Bazn / Marco Hernndez). Si vamos a cantar. lo hacemos al comps. de un ritmo bien sabroso. que ahora va a comenzar. estn todos aqu. la rock-a-fiesta va a empezar.
(Juan Luis Guerra). Le die(ro)n dinamita. un Martes en la tarde. se pasa(ro)n el da. pegando los cables. Le din dinamita. con pico de calle. por ms que le dieron.
(Juan Luis Guerra). Ay, ay, ayayay. Si yo fuera un peje. nadando cruzara el agua. y un collar te diera. con besos de arena y algas. Ay, ay, ayayay. Si yo fuera un ave.