Take no prisoners, take no shit Got one chance, infiltrate them Get it right, terminate them The Panzers will, permeate them Break their pride, denigrate them And their people, retrograde them Typhus, detriate them Epidemic, devastate them Take no

I wanna fold clothes for you I wanna make you feel good Baby I wanna do the right thing Feels so much better than the wrong thing I said I wanna fold clothes for you It's the simple things, it's the simple things Niggas from the hood is the best actors

Se parece a Barranquilla Se parece a Barranquilla Y la ciudad de New Orleans La Provincia lo saluda Es un hombre preparado Se parece el mango al jobo Papayuela y fruta bomba La guama a la cañandonga Tamarindo y algarrobo

Are you about it? Spend one day with me (one day) If you let that ass spend one day with me You know how this gonna go down when you come over You know that I’m a freak Don’t you spend one day with me (one day) If you ain’t about that action Shawty, you

You ain't gonna trouble poor me anymore But someday baby Don't care how long you gone I don't care how long you staying But, good kind treatment Gonna bring you home someday You just keep on betting That the dice won't pass Well you know, darling

Oh, you're in my blood like holy wine You taste so bitter and so sweet Oh I could drink a case of you, darling I would still be on my feet Just before our love got lost you said, "I am as constant as a northern star." And I said, "Constantly in the

They put their trust in us They're gonna be like us Sunday morning, I heard the preacher say Thou shall not kill I don't wanna hear nothing else about killing And that it's God's will 'Cause our children are watching us So let's learn from our history

And have a big time tonight A bunch of down home boys and some blue jean girls Kicking up the dirt and shooting out the lights Life can be an ol' briar patch Gotta dance your way through it sometimes So we're gonna drink a little beer, play a little

I’m in it for the long haul I know it ain't easy 'Cause I'm the kind of man that makes it hard to love I just wanna believe that all this runnin’ Could lead to all this comin’ back around I'm in it for the long haul Let’s pick up the pieces

Let there be rock In the beginning Back in nineteen fifty five Man didn't know about a rock 'n' roll show And all that jive The white man had the smoltz The black man had the blues No one knew what they was gonna do But Tchaikovsky had the news