J'ai envie de métissage pour des hommes vrais Et tous ceux qui ont de la rage, vas-y laisse les Ouvre ton rivage à la différence qu'on aime pour des hommes vrais Car demain sera métis, nous sommes la première esquisse Intolérance, racisme il faudra bien

Up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie While you're banging on ya baby OG's That's why I flip the script to the boogie bang homey If I'm hanging it's with DPG Some do the things that they do 'cause they dumb And some do the things that they do for

If I could wave my magic wand I'm not one to believe in magic Don't ask me Can't you see My temperature's rising I am made from the dust of the stars And the oceans flow in my veins Here I hide in the heart of the city Like a stranger coming out of the

Dum dum dum dum dum dum dum dum É teile e zaga, é teile e zaga, é teile e zaga É teile em todas loirinhas, nas japinhas em todas as mulatas Os cretinos de novo, vem Fim de semana chegou, em casa ela não fica Pega seu celular e chama todas suas amigas De

The first thing this morning Was to have you walk out on me Oh the last thing I needed The postman delivered A "past due" bill notice The alarm clock rang two hours late The garbage man left all the trash On the sidewalk And the hinges fell off of the

Cold and still Irregular sculpture I'm an iron rooster Held against my will An iron rooster Have you ever been dumb enough to do what you wanted to do Without good reason coming over you? Have you ever been young enough to feel what you wanted to feel?

(Ooh let's ride) Red red red red red red red red redneck Drinking that ice cold beer Talkin' 'bout girls, talkin' 'bout trucks Runnin' them red dirt roads out, kicking up dust The boys 'round here Sending up a prayer to the man upstairs Backwoods legit,

Póngale la música que le gusta Una para que se mueva y se luzca Y baile conmigo, solo conmigo (Ehhh) Y así nos vamo' enamorando Y tu cuerpo me va seduciendo Que el DJ la repita otra vez (eh)

City of angels, city of stars She shine brightest stone on that boulevard She introduced me to Jackson Brown Convertible rode me all over that town She always carried a Polaroid camera She always had that cold act glamour Well, she moved out there to

Who you are, One Nation under a thug and bullet scar, Young nation, no revolution and no cause, One Nation, young, black and dangerous by far, Young nation just trying to get this Young nation just trying to get this Murderous mind state, Can't keep my