Clap your hands now Liquid spirit And fill your water tank Go ‘head and clap your hands now Un re-route the rivers Let the dammed water be There’s some people down the way that’s thirsty Watch what happens when the people catch wind Dip down and take a

Wouldn't you agree Baby, you and me got a groovy kind of love When I'm feelin' blue All I have to do is take a look at you Then I'm not so blue We got a groovy kind of love When you're close to me I can feel you heart beat I can hear you breathing in my

Why don't you please come home How many more times, treat me the way you wanna do I'll give you all I've got to give, rings, pearls, and all How many more times, barrel house all night long When I give you all my love, please, please be true I've got to

One love, one love, one thug One nation, twenty-one gun salute I'm hoping my true motherfuckers know This be the realest shit I ever wrote Against all odds, up in the studio, getting blowed To the truest shit I ever spoke 21 gun salute, dressed in

I told her bounce it back I told her ounces back You been sellin' drugs for years Ain't got a bird, nigga You been sellin' weed, nigga You ain't a plug, nigga You know I'm different from them I'm from a different cloth I got a nina ross

I saw you again and again and again There's some room to move on, to move on, to move on And I saw you again and again and again How do we fix this if we never have vision At times like these It's obvious I saw you again I think you used me again Should

You shook me all night long. You know you shook me, baby I have a bird that whistles And I have birds that sing. You know you shook me You shook me so hard baby Baby, baby, please come home. I have a baby, won't do nothing oh! Oh, oh, buy a diamond ring.

Hey, here's to you California Beautiful haze of suburbia Living in the perfect weather Spending time inside together Na, na na, na na, na na, na na (woah-ohh) Beige little boxes in a row Neighbors and friends that you don't know Here's a form, go wait in

Solo así yo te veré Creo que nunca lo podré saber Sé que te excita pensar hasta donde llegaré Es difícil de creer A través de mi persiana americana Yo te prefiero Tus ropas caen lentamente Soy un espía, un espectador Y el ventilador desgarrándote

Everybody wants some I want some too But everybody wants some Baby, how 'bout you? How 'bout you? You can't get romantic on a subway line Conductor don't like it, says you're wastin' your time Yeah, I've seen the people that are lookin' for a moonbeam