Gabba gabba we accept you We accept you one of us Gabba gabba we accept you We accept you one of us I don't wanna be a pinhead no more I just met a nurse
I see you down on the front line Such a sight for sore eyes, you're a suicide makeover Plastic eyes, lookin' through a numbskull Self-effaced, what's
Like a road, you're somewhere to GO Head to toe, twentythree What/Rock with me Your face looks good to me Your face looks good to me Your face
Quien te besara De pies a cabeza Quien te hara el cafe Por la manana Dime quien te banara De besos Solo yo Quien te hara tripear (guayo, guayo) Hoy te
Your hair is soft your eyes are bright your nose is small your mouth is right Your skin is smooth your waist is small Your legs are curved you've got
Don't pretend you don't need me, daily, monthly and weekly Sean da Paul, pon the girl them, intermediately, weh me sey, dutty yea Don Corleone, deh ya
when you think of a metal head, tell me what comes to mind? well maybe stone washed jeans a mullet? a guy who is evolutionary one step behind, well when
I knew the minute I saw youI knew the minute I saw you That we , we were 2 of a kind And I knew , yeah , when I danced with you I've got in a miracle
Oh, well, now you're the girl I'm simply mad about Oh yes, I'm really glad It's been me, oh yeah I hope that you've been Getting ready 'Cause I'm gonna
Oh, he's such a sucker from her head to her toes Oh, he's such a sucker from her head to her toes Conversation, Mississippi related He's searching for
When I done quit hollerin' baby I believe I shake 'em on down Get my babe, won't be late, You know by that I mean seconds late Ah, must I holler, Must
*featuring Jadakiss, Styles [Lil' Jon] Come on, yeah OK Motherfucker, y'all know who it is Lil' Jon, them motherfuckin' East Side Booooyz I got my nigga
I've had the same jeans on for four days now I?m gonna go to a disco in the middle of the town Everybody?s dressing up, I?m dressing down Life?s one
I felt I was one with you You probably didn?t see Oh I?m a nervous one The pain it comes easily Should I revolve my world around you? Should I revolve
Words are cheap and I love you's are free So unless you mean it, you don't spend them on me Don't look twice if you're keeping score 'Cause heartaches
Thinkin' of poems of poverty Sittin' with a tight-clenched wrist Thinkin' how to gain authority Oh what a soft touch of a boy He?d wander with pride to
Mile long queue in the chippy I wish I was at my Gran's for tea These people call me their friend But they don't think the same as me Now you fed up
I'm comin', comin' down Took so long for me to come around They tell you, it smashes brain Drain you of all the blood you've left in your veins Spare