Lyrics:
L Boulez

Love is a ball, a hundred-pound ball On the end of a chain about ten foot long Wrapped around my ankle, I drag it down the hall People let me tell ya

[D-Loc] Let me tell you story about. How some good old boys do it [Intro] Pack your bowl Lets get stoned. As we head on down the road. (As we head on

avant de m'en retourner J'aimerais sentir ton corps Murmurer un mot dur, S'il te plait, de rester, hum... hum... hum... Juste une derniere fois, pour jamais l

Love is a ball, a hundred-pound ball On the end of a chain about ten foot long Wrapped around my ankle, I drag it down the hall People let me tell ya

Translation: Irving Berlin. The Hostess With The Mostes' On The Ball.

Translation: Fury in the Slaughterhouse. The bar Bouliste.

Translation: Josephine. Eraser Falls And Mirror Balls.

avant de m'en retourner J'aimerais sentir ton corps Murmurer un mot dur, S'il te plait, de rester, hum... hum... hum... Juste une derniere fois, pour jamais l

: Friends don't come easily and this I know And every time I make one they always say they gotta go I wanna talk with people and look 'em in the face