Waitin' on a woman Sittin' on a bench at West Town Mall He sat down in his overalls and asked me You waitin' on a woman I nodded yeah and said how 'bout you He said son since nineteen fifty-two I've been When I picked her up for our first date I told her

I pick up the pace, up the pace Then I brought my trouble where I stay I can never take a break (take a, break) So I cannot run away, yeah So I cannot run away I can never take a break Listen, okay? Let me just say this If a nigga wanna fuck with me, he

Llévame, llévame, donde dejé mi corazón (yeah, yeah) Llévame, llévame, llévame oh Llévame a ciudad de sol Wind it up slow for me, pick it up, pick it up Solo a ciudad de sol Feel it coming over me (tonight) Solo así junto a ti Don't let the city break

I'll call all my soldiers just to come and brawl, yeah (soldiers!) When the night call, yeah When the night call, yeah (night call!) I call all my soldiers just to come and brawl, yeah (soldiers!) When the night call pick up the phone This time I'mma

Go ahead and pick up all the cash Get a plastic bag You danced all night, girl, you deserve it Maybe one day, maybe one day This a good night to dance on me Oh yeah, oh yeah Go ahead and pick up all this cash If anybody know

Like it's nothing to ya Don't you put me back down But you're still picking me up Don't put me back down like it's nothing to ya You're still picking me up You didn't give a fuck Underneath everything that's between Yeah, I'm undone, I'm 'bout to burst

Je voudrais être noir Et c'est pourquoi je voudrais Yeah, yeah! Yeah! Hey hey hey, Monsieur Wilson Picket Hey hey hey, toi Monsieur James Brown S'il vous plaît dites-moi comment vous faites Monsieur Charles, Monsieur King, Monsieur Brown Moi je fais de

I'm lovin', I'm livin', I'm pickin' it up Ain't got no tears left to cry So I'm pickin' it up, pickin' it up (oh yeah) Right now, I'm in a state of mind Yeah, we turnin' it up Comin' out, even when it's rainin' down Oh, I just want you to come with me

This is your hometown My hometown Your hometown I was eight years old and running with a dime in my hand Into the bus stop to pick up a paper for my old man I'd sit on his lap in that big old Buick and steer as we drove through town He'd tousle my hair

This life that pass before my eyes Nothing is going my way We're closer now than light years to go Pick up here and chase the ride The river empties to the tide Hey now, little speedy head The read on the speed meter says You have to go to task in the