Knowin' that bad guys tell mad lies? (Sometimes you want more than just a honey wit ass) Why do good girls (what what what) like bad guys? (And why do) Dog niggas (want a honey wit class?) Why do (good girls) like bad guys Hey yo boo, why do (good girls)

Called and got no answer Wrote this fuckin' anthem, alert you like it's amber (like amber) But she say I'm canceled Did you not, not tell me not to say another lie (lie to me) Not to play with you and I, I Know somebody like you is hard to find Put a

FOOLS! I cast you all aside! Your bullets harm me not I am heresy, blazing hell The embodiment ov all you fear I am all which you can never be A truth revealing hate machine No longer will I tolerate Lies from a kingdom built on dread Yet what if naught

A mon Apogée po, po, po J'ai fait le tour du Monde Passant de Marseille à Paris Depuis nineteen ninety-nine tu constates que mon flow varie J'ai l'axe du mal devant moi c'est d'la folie Mais c'est mes bails, bails, bails, bails Je suis à mon Apogée, po,

Like desperados waitin' for a train I'd play the Red River Valley And he'd sit out in the kitchen and cry And run his fingers through seventy years of livin' And wonder, "Lord, has ever' well I've drilled run dry?" We were friends, me and this old man

I can't believe that you're in love with me. Your eyes of blue, your kisses too, I never knew what they could do. You're telling ev'ry one I know I'm on your mind each place we go They can't believe that you're in love with me. I have always placed you

I'm goin' get up in the mornin', I believe I'll dust my broom Girlfriend, the black man you been lovin', girlfriend, can get my room I'm gon' write a letter, telephone every town I know I don't want no woman, wants every downtown man she meet I believe,

Must I always be waiting, waiting on you? Must I always be playing, playing your fool? Just wait a minute Just sitting, waiting Well I was sitting, waiting, wishing You believed in superstitions Then maybe you'd see the signs Lord knows that this world

Rommel Bommel gehen spazieren Wollt ein neues Lied probieren Kam er an ein kleines Haus Klopft er an, wer schaut heraus Und die Trommel und die Trommel, die macht bum bum bum Und die Hexe, und die Hexe die macht mit bum bum Und die Katze, und die Katze,

J'traîne avec gros bonnets Y'a pas qu'à l'armée qu'il y a des FAMAS, des Kalachnikov J'suis venu, j'ai vu, j'escroque le game comme Bernard Madoff Charlie Delta c'est Chicago (Bendo!) Les corps des faibles sont dans les tombes Toi t'as parlé sur nous,