'Tá tranquilo, 'tá favorável Faz o famoso sinal do Ronaldinho Nóis 'tá suave final de semana Faz o sinal da Hang Loose, vem Tranquilo, favorável Vai, um brinde pros recalcados Um brinde pros recalcados Tirando onda de bacana 'Tô na balada só com as gata

Wine fi the money now You dun rich, you dun rich, gal Me nah leave you lonely Keep you by my side Nah make you walk in the sun baby Big fat Benz yah drive Gal ah Calabar beach Nigeria Jamaica Sandals The life weh me make you live

Yea-uh, here we go here we go here we go Talk about that Word of Mouf baby Yeuh, yeuh yeuh yeuh yeuh! Here we go, here we go Ludacris, 4-Ize, D.E. what you want now now now now You see I live a life filled with chicken and malt liquor And women that are

How you gon' see 'em if you livin' in the fog The snake, the rat, the cat, the dog Why is it every move I make, turned out to be a bad one? Where's my guardian angel? Need one, wish I had one (I'm right here shorty and I'ma hold you down And tryin' to

Footloose, kick off the Sunday shoes Please, Louise, pull me off of my knees Jack, get back, come on before we crack Lose your blues, everybody cut footloose Everybody cut, everybody cut Been working so hard I'm punching my card Eight hours for what? Oh,

Baby hablando in spanglish We’re from different worlds I know Pero si esta bien contigo amor Dale let’s go dancing all this love Let’s not focus on the words Baby besame un poquito ven Breaking down the language barrier Yeah yeah yeah

And work it low Express yourself, release the glow, attack the floor Spread your legs and arch your back And they mad cause I’m hot and they wish they was They be hating on my name but my beats they love Go up and down and make it clap Spread your legs

Here's to the closing door Here's to just one more Here's to all the damned Here's to the bloodshed Can't leave it alone, won't let me forget Rip off the bandage, and tear out the stitch Fed like a pig, off the shit in the dish Shrouded in burlap left

Si dans trois mois j'ai pas percé Et j’en ai jamais assez Je me remets à revendre de la C Tommy On The Track Y en a jamais assez Le pe-ra c'est lassant J'me remets à revendre de la C Quinze piges, j'ai commencé à push Dans le bât', jamais sans ma capuche

Looking back on those days of thunder I shake my head and I have to wonder How we ever made it through that There's a road and a restless wind Ain't it good to feel that way again Here we are, the way we were A lot of trucks lined up down by the lake