And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking Yo, Mona Lisa, could I get a date on Friday? Round up de posse, Fugee comin' around de way. Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home! A cheeba cheeba, y'all, well, I'm a Libra, y'all.

(She's got the look) She's got the look (Wanna know better) (She's driving me wild) And you know damn well That girl's my baby She's so fine The girl will be mine She got the breaks

Si te arriesgas quédate a mi lado No podría perdonar perderte Ni una piedra en el camino impedirá que esté contigo Si te arriesgas, dímelo, quiero saber Zapatos desgastados de correr Colmillos afilados queriendo morder Las marcas en mi piel no son en

So whatever to keep me on (keep me on), keep me on your mind I do what I gotta do To be that one for you, oh, whoa I said I do what I gotta do Whatever to keep me on (keep me on), keep me on your mind I'll be that one for you, oh, whoa, yeah (oh, na, na,

I carry the cross, if Virgin Mary had an abortion I'd still be carried in the chariot by stampeding horses Had to bring it back to New York I'm happy that the streets is back in New York For you rappers, I carry the cross Y'all can keep y'all weak beats,

E a parte de você que sobrar vai me acompanhar Eu vou deixando um pouco em cada mesa que eu sentar Cada dose que eu tomar, cada boca que eu beijar Hoje eu não 'to legal Bateria acabando Adeus, vida social Se quiser me encontrar 'To no mesmo barzinho Na

You should've said no You should've gone home You should've thought twice before you let it all go You should've known that word like what you did with her Would get back to me (get back to me) And I should've been there In the back of your mind I

If you lift me up Just get me through this night Said if you lift me up I know I'll rest tomorrow And I'll be strong enough to try And there's nowhere left to fall Will you lift me even higher To rise above this all Whoo-yeah, ah-yeah

Don't take your guns to town son Leave your guns at home Bill Don't take your guns to town A young cowboy named Billy Joe grew restless on the farm A boy filled with wonderlust who really meant no harm He changed his clothes and shined his boots And

Nasty, nasty Triple X rated Justice, a waste-pit Deeper in the dirt Making bodies hurt Deeper down!