Laulunsanoja:
Victory In Numbers Do It Again

you got the gun Cause if you got to reload Wyclef the multi-talented Average heads can't handle it I'll bring it to you live Only if you want it Me

the set, I'm a vet runnin' from fifty It spell out, so I'm a post to the fullest Only servin' then the ice cream man is out again It's jealous niggaz

-N-S S-N, S-S-N-S S-N, S-S-N-S We sendin' this to all you (All you) So you can do (Do it, do it) what you want to (Bop, bop, bop) This is the funk (That funk) it

light Almost ended up blind Some only see what they wanna see Claiming victory, oh, but that's not me Gimme truth, gimme somethin' real I just wanna feel like it

And yet I rode the Percheron against the circling Saracen And once again against myself was cast Well I've worn the Mounties crimson, if you're silent and you listen You'll know that it

it!" Mr big's the bigger it is the more power it packs Mr. big's shiny prick nuclear dick How do we measure up to it? At the age of twelve I thought

sacred ground upon which the Book of Magica rested. They possessed a much weaker form of magic themselves, and although it would be normally quite useless against

dropped Kingz of the South you better check the song again So when you need a tight verse what you going to do Call flipper Ro you got my number fool

And yet I rode the Percheron against the circling Musselman And once again against myself was cast Well I've worn the Mounties crimson, if you're silent and you listen You'll know that it