'Cause I snapped that neck before the second step You see you may speculate, but everybody knows Not one amateur can deal with the pros These are the pros
Ice Cube boombayay (Yeah) Boombayay Ice Cube boombayay (Get up) Boombayay Ice Cube boombayay (Ah, ah) Boombayay Ice Cube boombayay (Get up) Boombayay
Ref x2 : Nu ridici mana pentru a mangaia Deschizi gura doar pentru a tipa.. Lasi urme de durere si rusine Candva am fost la fel de prost ca tine! Strofa
Lyin in a stone cold room Some would call a cell For poor old barry prossit This one had just been hell The screws went in with batons out And took this
Petrified with icy fear You're waiting for the only ray, the sign, the rebirth And every night you mourn in lament Let my hungry lips close to your neck
's Meer seiner Phantasie dann war er glücklich wie (noch) nie. Prost! Onkel Albert! Mach die Leinen los! Wir wollen was erleben denn die Welt ist groß! Prost
kot krila zamorcev so na meni tvoji lasje kot ?epi od levisk me objemajo tvoje roke kot stadionski reflektor je luna poljubila noA? jasa je hladna a tvoj
U stvari ordinarna prica Kao pepeljuga Telefon, krevet malo pica I zaplet i poruka I sve je moglo sasvim tako biti Da nije ritam brz Vec bi se snasli
be dreaming again These are the pros and cons of hitchhiking These are the pros and cons of hitchhiking These are the pros and cons of hitchhiking These are the pros
Hello.......you want a cup of coffee? Im sorry would you like a cup of coffee? ok you take cream and sugar? In truck stops and hamburger joints in cadillac
I'm flowing prose to cons and cons to pros I'm scheming rhyme against reason like it was flow against know But beyond the concepts and emotions that rise
KoA?ysz mnie dA?wiA?kiem, ktA?ry koi bA?l Brzmieniem lekkim, jak obA?ok pA?ynA?cy Po niebie wA?rA?d gwiazd jasnych, Co swoim blaskiem ogarnA? trwogA?
Bury me standing under your window with the cinder block in hand Yeah 'cause no one will ever feel like this again And if I could move I'm sure it would
"The Pros And Cons Of Breathing" Bury me standing under your window with the cinder block in hand Yeah cause no one will ever feel like this again And
[THOMAS AQUINAS] Father, hear thy children's call Humbly at thy feet we fall Prodigals confessing all We beseech thee, hear us! We thy call have
I ain't one for poetry, aint' one for prose. ain't one for the scent of a sping-time rose. But the is one face that I do know, I sure get a kick out of
I'm a tourist, World at my feet. Across hither and dither and hither and dither and hither and dither wont fall off my seat. I've a camera, Keep my photos
