They will not get none, nah (in the way) Far as I'm concerned, it's in the way (in the way) In the way, minus sign niggas in the way, yeah In the way, yeah, minus sign niggas in the way The stars will keep fallin', like asteroids we ballin' So they will

But somebody's gonna have to answer The time is coming soon Why do the babies starve When there's enough food to feed the world Why when there are so many of us Are there people still alone Why are the missiles called peace keepers When they're aimed to

'Cause I found you And I found you Yeah, I found you I cannot say what I'm feeling I finally believe in you I've traveled many roads Now my world is never changing If there's anything I can do 'Cause I found you, yeah

I'm a bad boy I'm a bad, bad boy 'Cause I'm a bad boy To be a bad, bad boy I found all the good ways When it's nasty And you know that it hurts They call me bad There are the good ways

Ah, les cro, cro, cro, ah, les cro, cro, cro Les crocodiles Sur les bords du Nil, ils sont partis N'en parlons plus Un crocodile, s'en allant à la guerre Disait au revoir à ses petits enfants Traînant sa queue, sa queue dans la poussière Il s'en allait

And stars fell on Alabama last night I never planned in my imagination A situation so heavenly A fairy land where no one else could enter My heart beat like a hammer My arms wound around you tight We lived our little drama We kissed in a field of white I

Ohé ! Ohé ! Ohé ! Ohé ! Matelot, Matelot navigue sur les flots Il était un petit navire (bis) Qui n'avait ja- ja- jamais navigué (bis) Il partit pour un long voyage (bis) Sur la mer Mé- Mé- Méditerranée (bis) Au bout de cinq à six semaines,

Say my name, say my name If you love me, let me hear you Let me hear you I am dying to believe you I feel alone in your arms I feel you breaking my heart Ooh-woah-oah If you're really being honest If you really want this (ooh-woah-oah)

Demons'll charm you with a smile, for a while But in time Nothing can harm you Not while I'm around Nothing's gonna harm you, not while I'm around No one's gonna hurt you, not while I'm around Demons are prowling everywhere, nowadays I'll send 'em

(I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk) The funk baby So you wanna be hardcore With your hat to the back, talkin' 'bout the gats in your raps But I can't feel that hardcore appeal That you're screamin', maybe I'm dreamin' This ain't Christopher