Oh ouh oh ouh oh, on va danser le zouglou! Nous on est venu pour ambiance! C'est ca le zouglou dance! Joie de vivre, faut draguer Joie de vivre, partager Joie de vivre, nous on a ca! Joie de vivre, on fait voguer! Oh ouh oh ouh oh, venez danser le

Dropped out, then I got rich (Yeah) Dropped out, then I put a Patek on my wrist (Brrr) Dropped out, for my teacher 'cause she ain't shit (Huh) Dropped out, spent a half a million on my whip (Yeah, ooh) Dropped out, and I ain't never had a job (Wow)

Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh Tengo un amor Un ángel puro y verdadero Que impulsa los latidos de mi corazón Y con un beso me conquistó Que saca de mi vida siempre lo mejor Y sin pedir permiso se quedó La la la la, ey Que sin pedir permiso me abrazó

Uh huh, uh huh Hold on to the thread The currents will shift Glide me towards you know something's left And we're all allowed To dream of the next oh the next, time we touch

Uh oh, fresh out the bed Uh oh, count up the deads You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble) You niggas in trouble No forreal, no cap, my money long like anacondas If you think about runnin' with that then you in trouble Fresh out, outta the bed, count

The sound of the mortars The music of death Fresh from Moscow Over Volga came to comrades aid City in despair Almost crushed by the Führer's army Oh, it's colder than Hell Hitler's forces advancing A grand symphony

Jump in the waterfall Jump in the water Oh oh oh huh 'Cause I need to know when I'm down and in trouble Don't know what I should do Sometimes I wish we could go somewhere I feel it all around, I know you're seeing it too I wanna know if these words are

I believe they can take anything from me But they can't succeed in taking my inner peace They can say all they want to say about me But I'm gonna carry on Oh, yeah, oh huh I woke up this morning with a smile on my face Nobody's gonna bring me down today

Oh Marie (oh Marie) Famme addurmì Tell me you love me (tell me you love me) Hey Marie, hey Marie Quantu sonnu Aggio perso per te Una notte, una notte abbracciato In your arms I'm longing to be (longing to be) Uh baby (baby)

Uh ah, uh ho Yeah, she's gotta have soul Or it won't feel right Well, just plain, clean and simple Wrapped up nice n' tight And homegrown and down-home, that makes one Cookin' up that old time, long lost recipe for me, woh It's gettin' hard to find