Who brings it to you Who's your uncle? Detroit to Texas Texas to LA Brooklyn to the bayou Across the southern plains So what makes you think I give a fuck about you Who bring's it to you

Ain't nobody fucking with my dogs Ayo, this one nigga that roll up that smoke When I hit the weed spot, my pockets go broke We high, we high, we high, we high (say it again) I keep the hammer on side of me Ayy ayy step back motherfucker, watch out! La la

Je t'emmène au au-delà de ta raison Ayooooo , Co Pilot Toi et moi sur le même vol pour la vie t'en dit quoi?? Oublier tout ce qu'on sait aux portes de l'horizon Come, we're gonna go find it Je pourrais t'accompagner We can go where you wanna go we just

She no Juliet for no Romeo with no dough She report to pimpin', now back to trickin' She report to pimpin', nigga back to trickin' Ayo, quit Captain Savin', serenadin' them hoes He think he fuckin' my bitch, nigga that bitch for rent He know how to treat

Well she's walking through the clouds With a circus mind that's running 'round. Butterflies and zebras, fairy tales, That's all she ever thinks about. When I'm sad she comes to me With a thousand smiles she gives to me free. Said, "It's all right, take

Got some Remy Martin and some good-ass cigars, check it out Ayo, late night, candlelight, fiend with diesel in his needle Queensbridge leader, no equal I come from the Wheel of Ezekiel To pop thousand-dollar bottles of scotch, smoke pot and heal the

Lo que yo siento por ti, es amor Ganas que me hacen nutrir, el corazón Droga que me hace inmune, ante el dolor Gotas de agua dulce, rayo de sol Es lo que siento por tí Quiero llevar el ritmo de tu corazón Para bailar entre los dos esta canción La verdad,

Born on the bayou Born on the bayou. Chasin' down a hoodoo there. Now when I was just a little boy standin' to my Daddy's knee My Poppa said son don't let the man get you do what he done to me 'Cause he'll get you 'cause he'll get you now now. I can

Born on the bayou Born on the bayou. Chasin' down a hoodoo there. Now when I was just a little boy standin' to my Daddy's knee My Poppa said son don't let the man get you do what he done to me 'Cause he'll get you 'cause he'll get you now now. I can

J´aime Paris au mois de mai Il me plaît à me promener Quand les bourgeons renaissent Qu´une nouvelle jeunesse S´empare de la vieille cité Qui se met à rayonner Quand l´hiver le délaisse Que le soleil caresse Ses vieux toits à peine éveillés