School Of Roses, baby. I feel like it don't matter anymore. Used to the way the world turns. But I must say it spinning really fast when I look at us.
Look at my wristwatch, what you call that?. Slow down with the whip top, what you call that?. Your bitch made a pit stop, what you call that?. Smoking out the Ziploc, what, what you call that?.
Real nigga walk through, been real. (Dream Team), lot of cake. Coke Boy, Black Bottle Boys, (Bad Boy). Ciroc lifestyle, (Yo, check this out). . I been getting high since '94.
I bet you're wonderin' how I knew. 'Bout your plans to make me blue. With some other guy you knew before. Between the two of us guys. You know I loved you more.
Verse One: Mondo, Vex. . I can see your only eyes, locked into your skull. My backbone the zone and when I roam my mind is full. Guess who? I'm swoopin through the air like pestilence.
Strange!. (And I like it). . Think quick as I split. Atoms and bust critical mass through some plastic. Get hot like saliva but spit like boric acid. Ditty done run get amped off the wonder man surprise.
I'm the big dog, all you puppies stop barking. Bow down when the homie come around. The underground wicked, support this shit. When you bump this shit out the truck, punk bitch.
Control me, control me. . All of the sudden she arrived. And my eyes and my mind. She whispers all this time I have been gone. She says she can't sleep at night without me.
It's Flamboyant y'all. Yeah, yeah yeah, Corleone y'all. . Me and my man was cruisin through the streets and everything was flowin nice. The corner's crowded, niggaz must be rollin dice.
I will sing for You alone have rescued this life. Jesus, You have set me free. You alone took away all sin and disgrace. When You gave Your life to ransom me.
Something that I hunger for, something you deny,. You say I'm bad for you and, baby, so do I.. Don't you know that all you gotta do,. You could be a lover and, baby, this is..
T'es comme une bougie qu'on a oublié d'éteindre dans une chambre vide. Un trou dans mon histoire, un flou dans ma mémoire. T'es comme une bougie qu'on a oublié d'éteindre dans une chambre vide.
Nos cités, ça fait un bail qu'elles ont craqué aussi. La révolution découpé à la meule. Aboutie à Dieu pour tous et chacun sa gueule. Chacun dans son coin, lendemain solitaire.
East Harlem, São Paulo. Nice, Marseille, Chicago. Queens, Brooklyn, Buenos Aires. Caracas ouais! Liège, Bruxelles. Berlin, Sydney, Tunis, La Goulette.
Je prépare ma vengeance comme James Brown. Je prépare ma vengeance comme James Brown. Maybach. Je prépare ma vengeance comme James Brown. Je prépare ma vengeance comme James Brown.
Let's Go. Yeah. I'm alive on arrival. . I'm alive and well. I can feel the inner chi. Through the rays of the sun. Shinning down upon me. And even though it pours when i trains.
B-boy, b-girl, MC, danseur, graffiti, beatmaker, tout le monde. Bad phrase, bad frise, bad fresque, bad phase, mélodie, percussions. B-boy, b-girl, MC, danseur, graffiti, beatmaker, tout le monde.
L'équipe de choc est de retour, crie-le!. Un son classique designé pour faire baliser les frileux. Quelques mesures feront l'affaire. Pour t'expliquer en détails le genre de gars à qui t'auras à faire.
Do it, Do it. Lemme do my thang. Cause I'mma do my thang. Lemme do my thang. (Do your natural thang). Can I do my thang. Let me do my thang. . Stay on the low.
Situations will arise. We'll get high. 'Cause it's all about gettin' the dollar, player. Haitian niggas. Tellin' lies. They don't realize. That you gotta be smart about it, yeah.