Sing it, sing it, parlez-vous francais? I don't speak French but I'll tongue you down, down Tongue you down, down, tongue you down I don't speak French
French: Dome Epais (from Lakme) Sous le dome epais, ou le blanc jasmin A la rose s?assemble, Sur la rive en fleurs riant au matin, Viens, descendons
set fire to myself on stage I'll wear a porcupine on my head On a W-H-I-M And for no reason now I'll sing in French Excusez-moi, qui a pete? Got my
way too cute, she was way too cool How was I gonna get an education Sittin' right back of Bobby Ann Mason Well, Bobby knew her hist'ry, Bobby knew her French
Oo la la lala oui oui x4 J RANDALL You're like a little French girl I'll bet her name was Paris in the winter So classy and so lavish in her mink fur
sea On a blanket with my baby is where I'll be From the park you hear Happy sounds from the carousel You can almost taste the hot dogs And french fries
's getting dirty underneath the blue sky Imagine you and me counting the butterflies One, two, three! Let's bring it on Keep on dancing in the streets of love French
be fine right now Get sick there You make the doctor wait If you lived in Belgium You could mediate [Flemish/French debate] Hey knock it off! And the French
no harps and angels coming for you It'll be trombones, kettle drums, pitchforks, and tambourines." Sing it like they did for me one time Ooooh - yes Ooooh - beautiful Wish I spoke French
will have big muscles - I'll lay on the beach Next time I'll paint pictures Like a real van gogh Wear little black hats - hang my cigarettes so low Sit in french cafes Drinking french
friends, to Paris. Here, have a flower on me. Forget where you're from. You're in France! Children, come! I'll show you that French joie de vivre! Paris
your throat, yo, it cost about 8 chips Hoodrats, they be wearing that fake shit Like her, she wear the same bag, like it ain't shit Pardon me, excuse my French
robe & my slippers I gotta go! [Ghostface Killah] Smell the pinetrees in the air, sleigh bells are ringing Toy stores are out of control, and kids singing
?t for you Gym Class would be history I?m on my upstate shiitt I Was Brooklyn broke but now im upstate rich Gettin brains from two dames with French accents
eagles come home to roost Will we sing a song of praise and indebtedness For our deliverance from evil or will we sing a song of sadness For the dreaded
[Max B:] (And dem livin' in a danger zone) Max Biggavel' (in the battlefield) Fench Montana Coke Wave Let's sing to the people, yeah [Chorus] [Max B:]
all good, in the 'hood, nobody know shhh Infrared, off the roof, some ol' scope shhh CNN, desert men, holding the chrome with gorilla grip Sing Sing,
motherfuckin respect Ahh yeah... so check, UH! Verse Three: New types of verbal hip-hop I bring When you know you can sing BOY you know you can sing