Припев: Техника стиля тёмно-серого северного. Питер поднимает уровень хип-хипа всей России. Телега Купера гоняет даже без бензина. На колёсах выбито "
de chien Couper le cordon, Couper le cordon, Couper le cordon, Couper le cordon Et tu claques tes derniers sous Comme pour une derniere nuit Une derniere nuit d?ennui Couper le cordon, Couper
ce qui nous embarrasse Meme s?il y a tout que l?on nous cache Et le mal que l?on s?arrache Devenir un ange en Eden Et se couper les veines Le
Couper le cordon, Couper le cordon, Couper le cordon, Couper le cordon Et tu claques tes derniers sous Comme pour une derniere nuit Une derniere nuit d?ennui Couper le cordon, Couper le cordon, Couper
Callin' my river to let her know I'ma be on my way Missin' how the river flow even though It's only been a couple of days 'Cause it be raining and complaining
[Verse 1:] Lady lemme tell ya how dis gon go See I'm a pick you up around eight And baby immma take you for a ride you ain't never seen before And you
(konishi) Translators: San-gatsu no aru hi Kumori-zora no ohiru sugi 'record' kai ni futari-kiri de 'drive' 'sun-glass' kaketa Kimi wa boku no 'driver
When I get home from work Wanna wrap myself around you I wanna take you and squeeze you Till the passion starts to rise I wanna take you to heaven That
The telephone is ringing You got me on the run I'm driving in my car now Anticipating fun I'm driving right up to you, babe I guess that you couldn't
Billion dollar baby Rubber little lady, slicker than a weasel Grimy as an alley, loves me like no other lover Billion dollar baby I got you in the dime
Hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey Hey stupid Hey bro, take it slow You ain't livin' in a video You're flying low with a high velocity No doubt, you
Lines form on my face and hands Lines form from the ups and downs Well, I'm in the middle without any plans I'm a boy and I'm a man I'm eighteen And
I can't get a girl, 'cause I ain't got a car I can't get a car, 'cause I ain't got a job I can't get a job, 'cause I ain't got a car So I'm looking for
You took a first-class trip to Paris You danced in the streets of Spain You followed the sun to Rio de Janeiro 'Cause you got so sick and tired of the
Somebody saw you at the station You had your suitcase in your hand You didn't give no information You walked off with another man I'm always standing
I used to be such a sweet, sweet thing 'Til they got a hold of me I opened doors for little old ladies I helped the blind to see I got no friends 'cause
One, two One, two, three Alright Now dig this trash, baby You don't care about me I don't care about that I got a new fool I like it like that
Your a cruel device Your blood, like ice One look, could kill My pain, your thrill I wanna love you but I better not touch (Don't touch) I wanna hold
