Your love is my love and my love is your love Clap your hands ya?ll, it?s alright (Repeat above through out song}{ If tomorrow is judgement day (sing mommy) And I'm standing on the front line And the Lord asks me what I did with my life I will say I

What more could I say, I wouldn't be here today If the old school didn't pave the way I remember Mr. Magic, Flash, Grandmaster Caz LL raising hell but, that didn't last Eric B. & Rakim was, the shit to me I flip to see a Doug E. Fresh show, with Ricky D

Ridin’ down the highway Who wants to be the DJ I’ll find a spot on the side of the road You find something on the radio A real, real good song We'll know it when it comes on We had no money and no place to go All we needed was a radio Seventeen, the only

Estamos en la grande y de aquí no bajamos Ya coronamos Ya coronamos, por eso es que lo celebramos (Dice) Ya coronamos (Ya coronamos) Tráeme un Buchanan's (Tráeme Buchanan's) Tráeme Blue label (Blue Label) Tráeme la quemada Pa' que me bailen en la table

Como un extraño tic nervioso Arrojo palabras Gestos contra la pared Alguna vez fue que planeamos Hacernos todo el daño de una vez Dictando una sentencia desafiante La polaroid sobre la silla Un brillante truco de apariencia

All our troubles gone Like when we were young Take me back to where we all began Here we are again like we should have been Oh my lady can I have this dance? Cross my heart and hope to die My mama says to pick the best

I'll tip my hat to the new constitution Take a bow for the new revolution Smile and grin at the change all around Pick up my guitar and play Just like yesterday Then I'll get on my knees and pray We don't get fooled again We'll be fighting in the streets

Sometimes it feels like this world is spinning faster Than it did in the old days So naturally, we have more natural disasters From the strain of a fast pace Sunday was a day of rest Now, it's one more day for progress

Un modelo para armar, pero nunca para desarmar Refugiados sobre el diván Agitados por nuestras formas Algo ocurrió, una extraña sensación, un presentimiento Tuve que dejar de hacer el amor en el momento Fui en busca de un abrigo Encendí un cigarrillo,

Sexy as can be Sting like bumble bee You've got women Pretty little women Now if her daddy's rich Take her out for a meal And if her daddy's poor Then do as you feel Speedin' down the lane even Thought the speed limit's twenty five