Alors on d... (X3) Qui dit etudes dit travail, Qui dit taf te dit les thunes, Qui dit argent dit depenses, Qui dit credit dit creances, Qui dit dettes
For tha love of money Umm, ooh, oh, oh Well, well, well oooh For tha love of money For tha love of money For tha love of money For tha love of money
It's payday, get that cheese You gotta get that cheese Just get that cheese Now when you're dreamin', it might not be real But when you're all alone,
It's been a long time Now it's time to get your bubble burst Things are bad enough in this world Why do you have to make them worse? Day after day
[Cube] Uhh uhh Come on... Got to get the scrilla got to get the scrilla got to get the cash hey come on got to get it (huh huh) [repeat 3X] [WC] Ridahs
Geah, new My niggaz frontin' on pumpin' and dumpin', leave 'em on the curb Ridin on twinkies I'm [unverified] gun under my fur Ma what you prefer? His
Chorus x1 (Lynch) I run through ho's like pounds of weed sit a bitch on the curb and hit the 350(50) and all these years i cant believe somebody put they
The game done switched Niggas who was po' got rich Niggas who was real turned snitched Ain't that a bitch? That's why I get mine on the low Hustle 'til
In a town in southernmost Sicily Lived a family too proud to be poor In the year that fever took father away They hastened for American shores Now a mother
Felt a pang late one afternoon I was fishin' off Muir beach With Larry LaLonde And I started to chew Grabbed a tuna salad sandwich Pretty soon Ler's
Here they come Here come the bastards I heard it from a confident - Who heard it form a confidant They're definately on their way There's one with this
As I stand in the Shower Singing Opera and such Pondering the possibility that I Pull the pud too much There's a scent that fills the air Is it flatus
I just can't seem to blend Into society I have no hope for this dim Simplicity of law and order By whose rules I see no rhyme in the reason I hold no
Jerry was a race car driver And he drove so goddamned fast He never did win no checkered flag But he never did come in last Jerry was a race car driver
Shut up you bastards!
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I remember as if it were a meal ago Said, Tommy the Cat as he reeled back to clear Whatever foreign matter may have nestled its way into his mighty throat
When the going gets tough And the stomachg acids flow The cold wind of conformity Is nipping at your nose When some trendy new atrocity Has brought you