Aboard the Thailand Express We'll hit the stops along the way We're on the train to Bangkok We only stop for the best Our first stop is in Bogotà To check Columbian fields The natives smile and pass along A sample of their yield Sweet Jamaican pipe dreams

I’m still alive 내 자신을 하늘에 던져 난 자유로워 이 순간만큼은 난 살아있어 I’m still alive I’m still alive 난 더 이상 잃을게 없어 내 모습이 아름다워 지금 사람들 다 떠나도 모두가 등을

To the ground where you left my heart to bleed Your goin' down down down boy Five, four, three, two, one Bang! Bang! Bang! Boy! Your goin' down, down, down, boy Bang! she shot you. Karma tastes so sweet Karma tastes so bang bang bang boy Bang! she shot

Shoot! Balle dans la tête Shoot! Balle dans la tête (Bang bang) Shoot shoot! Balle dans la tête OG kush sur l'blunt (Oui), ça sonne sur mon phone (Allô) J'reçois un coup d'file (C'est qui?) Les ennemis veulent un bail (Ah bon) Sur la vie d'ma mère

Fuck you, sucker! (Wooh) You said you wanna bang Wow you're awesome Oh dear God, do you get me now, do you get me now, oh, you do? (Bang, bang) Sucker! Head bang (bang), pink rocks (rocks) Gold fangs (flexing), shit hot

Dogg, what up, mane? Word on the streets is you ain't what you used to be I gang bang to the fullest A lot of niggas talk about it but they really don't do it, do they? So I'm doin' it for y'all Marco or bust, I'ma ruin it for y'all Stomp that, strap up,

Bang bang, you shot me down Bang bang, I hit the ground Bang bang, that awful sound Bang bang, my baby shot me down I was five and you were six We rode on horses made of sticks I wore black, you wore white You would always win the fight Seasons came and

He like that bang, bang, bang He like that bomb, bomb, bomb He like that love, love, love He trip when he on it, one taste and he want it Pumps and a bump, pumps and a bump I be that girl with the pumps and a bump I’m like that drug, drug, drug I'm like

On a real nigga, I’m a real nigga When we bang, bye Shanghai, Shanghai, Shanghai I run around with them real niggas Got real sons, I need a real sitter When I leave niggas, they get real bitter I’mma run around with them real niggas Pop pills, now we

Bang bang, he shot me down Bang bang, I hit the ground Bang bang, that awful sound Bang bang, my baby shot me down I was five and he was six We rode on horses made of sticks He wore black and I wore white He would always win the fight