Give me some of your Thug Passion, baby I heard it's the bomb And you got it going on You got me dripping wet From the way you make me sweat Aight, new drink One part Alizé, one part Cristal Thug's Passion, baby

Tuesday's gone with the wind My baby's gone, with the wind Ride on train Train roll on, on down the line, Won't you please take me far, far away Now I feel the wind blow, outside my door, I'm leavin' my woman at home, oh yeah Tuesday's gone with the

Puesto pa’l millón, puesto pa’l millón (Yeah) Quiero una mansión, quiero una mansión (Yeah) Y en un Lamborghini hacer un capsulón En las pacas de 100, le salta el mahón (Baby) Y en un Lamborghini, hacer un capsulón En las pacas de 100 le salta el mahón

Baby fall into my kiss It should just happen like this Trust it so much that there's no one else but us and This moment that says it's so right 'Cause that's all we have in this life Give it all we got tonight July moonlight shines Your pretty little

Let's talk it over one more time Oh come back baby, yeah yeah Oh come back, baby Oh mama please dont go, yeah Cause the way I love you Child you'll never know Well I admit, baby That I was wrong

You get this kind of rush Baby, say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah If you don't wanna take it slow And you just wanna take me home So tell me girl if every time we touch Baby, say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah And let me kiss you You want me to

Come on baby, move your body Oh oh (Oh oh) Yo solo quiero tus besos Estoy puesto pa’ eso Hacer que sudes y estalle la habitación Hoy es noche de sexo A mí me encanta el proceso En una esquina

Kickstart my heart Ooh, yeah, baby My heart, my heart Hope it never stops Ooh, are you ready girls? Ooh, are you ready now? Give it a start When I get high

You can't lose You make me offers that I can't refuse You keep telling pretty lies Only you're killing me with your Baby, don't you know You're tired with the truth You keep telling pretty lies, babe You make me offers that I can't refuse, yeah

Tupac back, Tupac back There's all these bitches screaming that Tupac back All eyes on me, better Picture Me Rollin' Riding brand new rims, but them bitches is stolen Stranded on Death Row, Brenda having my baby But I'm stacking my paper, I need a brand