Walkin' on the beat, yeah We feel the love and we are not ashamed I'ma wake up to my nakedness 'Cause I'm walkin' on the beat, yeah Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Naked when the beat drops Closer, closer We are the people, we are the people We are the people of

Pour un noir meilleur, j'dois faire du sale Ah oui oui oui (oui, oui) J'ai toujours fait ce que j'ai dit, j'ai tellement pêché, faut qu'je prie Elle m'a aimé pour c'que j'étais, elle m'a quitté pour c'que je suis Mon âme descend du paradis donc le diable

Sing sing sing sing everybody start to sing like dee dee dee, bah bah bah dah Now you're singin with a swing When the music goes around, Everybody's goes go to town. But here is one thing you should know Sing, sing, sing, sing everybody start to sing

Lord have mercy, got to tell it Tell it just like it is, every word. Yeah! I was living in St. Louis In the year of nineteen fifty five Mama didn't have no great mansion, Just a little old country dive. Papa worked all week long, Tryin' to keep us six

Sans queue ni tête, Pas de chapeau, pas de braguette, Pas de braguette, Pas de braguette. On aime les gens et on les tue, pan! Ah oui, vraiment, l'amour est amusant. Les vaches qu'on aime, on les mange quand même. Ah oui, vraiment, l'amour, c'est tout un

M'appelle plus jamais khouya Tu décroches pas, petit trouillard Tu m'as laissé dans le brouillard Barak Allahou fik, tout ça c'est la dounia Baraque remplie de fric, ça aussi c'est dounia Et par rapport au fisc, me3lich c'est la dounia Tu m'as vu mais tu

Well, I'm out of Alabama, down to Louisiana Halfway 'bout to New Orleans Yeah, I'm leaning on my Chevy Rolling through the levees trying to get to where I wanna be That's where I reckon I can finally put myself at ease Check my life there at the border

Hey, there's no we without you and I Oohh, da du du du du Ahh ahh ahh ahh ahh If we tried that we could be Somewhere the climate is warm, long as you around me I swear that everything will be just fine I wish that we could take some time Go anywhere,

Gucci, Gucci Louis, Louis, Louis (what they want from me?) Louis, Louis, Louis (I gave it all I had) Louis, Louis, Louis (Louis, Louis, Louis) Gucci, Gucci (Gucci) Oh, I got diamonds on my neck, yeah (Gucci, Gucci, Louis, Louis) I got 'em all singin'

Trap, trap, trap, trap I've been riding 'round in a coupe Trapped out in a coupe Riding 'round witcha boo Louis on, Jimmy Choo's Yeah I'm faded, yeah she faded Riding 'round through the city All these hundreds and fifties