huh) Put my hand on my waist nigga let the fifth fall Let the bullets fly and take ya all hip off (yea) [Hook: Romeo (C-Los)] [Verse: C-Los] Look Im C
alright if that's the way you feel I always knew some day I would lose you When those lies about me were revealed Its plain to see sweetheart you believe them But its alright if
La la la ... Es ist schon fast ein Jahr lang her der Winter war vorbei ich spürte ein Gefühl in mir vertraut und doch so neu. Dann sah'
The words are coming I feel terrible Is it typical for us to end like this Am I just another scene From a movie that you've seen 100 times Cause baby
It's a long way to the top If you wanna rock 'n' roll It's a long way to the top If you wanna rock 'n' roll If you think it's easy doin' one night stands
Diddy, hold up, it's Diddy, say what (La, la, la) C'mon, work it out, girl I'm trying to see you work it out, girl (La, la, la) C'mon, work it out,
Chorus] [Outro: P. Diddy] C'mon and c'mon now Everybody c'mon and c'mon now Everybody c'mon and c'mon now Let's rock, c'mon and c'mon now Just shake,
If they ask you if I'm def. Don't front and say kinda Merciless. Meticulous. So fresh it's rediculous Raised in the heart of Los A-N-G-E-L-E-S King
out there are so damn fake If ya ain't know they're no-one, cutthroats Back stabbers, scheamin' for banknotes And all of you out there know what I'm talkin' 'bout If
amado?) No deje que el cambio ya, ¡oh! - O incluso cambiar ya! ¡Oh no! Tenemos una vida para vivir. Que dicen: - Solo - Sólo los más aptos de los
[Chorus - Keys] If only I could see you again I will make sure that those days never end If only I could do it all again Just to have one more chance
We W-W-C, if you can't keep up, shoulda stayed home My-my-my alien knowledge be makin' other astronomers Welcome to Los Angeles, a discovery of palentology
atlanta got it like that Philadelphia got it like that Texas got it like that, let me see Somebody else got it like that G: d.c. A: yea, d.c., d.c. got
're out of luck, nigga This is Los, this is Los Angeles Gang capital of the nation, gang capital of the nation This is Los Angeles, this is Los Angeles
chest! Make my shoulders touch! Do somethin'! At least one punchline C'mon till the meter reads 9-9-9- ty-nine percent of my fans are blonde 'Bis c
know what for (Let's straighten it out) If they want people killed Let them fight the war It's gotta end somewhere This killing's got to cease If no
girl (c'mon) I just wanna see ya shake it girl (c'mon) For the return of the don The world in my palm (yeah) My moms call me sean (c'mon) But y'all call
be the real thing) Whoa, ohh (Something you feel thing) (Come on, let me make you sing) New York, New Jersey, Philly, D.C. Virginia Chi-Town, St. Louis, Houston, Atlanta Los
