Me and my girls Me and my girls, me and my girls I'm going home with who I came with No jodas, nosotras And who I came with's not you If we want it, we take it If we need money, we make it Nobody knows if we fake it You like to watch while we shake it

The black freighter Then one night there's a scream in the night There's a ship And the ship "Kill them now, or later?" You people can watch while I'm scrubbing these floors And I'm scrubbin' the floors while you're gawking Maybe once ya tip me and it

I'm a grown ass man You ain't gonna change my ways And I ain't set in stone I'm set in that red Georgia clay, man I was brought up on that book My grand-daddy's knee You can bet your ass that I know who I am Yeah, I'm a grown ass man They said I could

We'll always be together Chang chang changitty chang sha-bop Boogedy boogedy boogedy boogedy Sha-na-na-na-na-na-na-na na yippity dip de doom Rama lama lama ka dinga da dinga dong Shoo-bop sha wadda wadda yippity boom de boom Dip da-dip da-dip doo-wop da

Get ready 'cause this is war Everything back and more And I'm not gonna let this go I'm ready to settle the score So what am I fighting for? I'm looking for a better way Some days it just gets so hard And I don't wanna slip away I can't take back all

Machika, machika Machika, machika (matata) Y no puedo más Estoy muy borracho y no puedo más Machika, machika (marata) Machika, machika, machika (machika) Turbo, nitro en la máquina (machika) Machika, machika, machika

Maria, gratia plena In hora mortis nostrae Gratia plena Ave, ave dominus Dominus tecum Benedicta tu in mulieribus Et benedictus Benedictus fructus, fructus ventris

Se você disser que eu desafino, amor Saiba que isso em mim provoca imensa dor Só privilegiados têm ouvido igual ao seu Eu possuo apenas o que Deus me deu Se você insiste em classificar Meu comportamento de antimusical Eu mesmo mentindo devo argumentar

Tunnel vision lights my way Lead a little life today She wore blue velvet Said she can't help it I got baby to pound me I see stars and go weak My baby cries and lays me down In the skies over black Venice I see eyes of a white menace

You're in a laundry room The clues they came to you Then you'll think you're happy He'll keep you in a jar And you'll think you're happy He'll give you breather holes You will make him happy He'll cover you with grass