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Albums:

So Not Over You [Radio Edit/Johnny Douglas Radio Mix] (Simply Red) · A bouche que veux-tu (Brigitte) · A bouche que veux-tu (Brigitte) · Pas sur la bouche: Un Film Réalisé Par Alain Resnais (Bruno Fontaine) · A bouche que veux-tu (Brigitte) · Best of La Bouche (La Bouche) · L' Eau a La Bouche (Lulu Gainsbourg) · Alibi [Radio Edit] (David Gray) · Let the Light In [Radio Edit] (Bob Schneider) · Minimal Radio Edit (Experience of Music) – and 90 other albums »


in questo posto) 
Exit without trace 
(Esce senza traccia) 
After we edit your face 
(Curiamo la sua faccia) 
You know I come in peace 
(Lo sai
the radio handle the truth? Nope
Uncut, no edits, no censors
You can get a plastic rapper from any old dispenser
A penny a yard, to make a record ain't
Life ain't so happy in your little Shangri-la
Shangri-la
Shangri-la la la la la la la la la

Put on your slippers and sit by the fire 
You've
Life ain't so happy in your little Shangri-la
Shangri-la, Shangri-la la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

Put on your slippers and sit by the fire
You've reached
mine
Display your indie but say no

More or I'll blind you like spit did to Remo
To the dirt and edit the clip and lost Kano
My mens wear problems like
and mysteries
Wives with misty eyes watchin' their niggas be beaten viciously
Battle in the wilderness of North America
Ran by the river, only stoppin' to pray
and mysteries
Wives with misty eyes watchin' their niggas be beaten viciously
Battle in the wilderness of North America
Ran by the river, only stoppin' to pray
stepped right.
And whether through religion, or stopped by the cop,
Shinin' his flash in my face, I'm bound to see the light.

"A few short words,
the walls
All of those who still in the struggle
Masada Malia, Son Dial la, Magic Mel
(Let the sun shine)
Life is real
To all the real soldiers, black people
to dude
I'm grown man business, and I am not in school
Put your hand down youngin' this is not for you
On my +J.O.+ with beats by Kan-ye yo
My name
the house structure
Like Empire State, the power will surely crush you 
As a pun on a radio edit, or nasty soda
I'm colder in the heart when the camel back
and the homeboy deion
So kick back, get your mind right, red cups in the air
Sip on some of that gin and juice like it ain't no thang
And puff on some of that la
Boulevard
Sex Pistols on the radio in my car
And I must be high
I just saw Jesus walk by

I make a hard left as the sun comes up
Over Hollywood vampires
you feel like that creates,
Ah, Tension between East and West?
He’s talking about killing people,
‘I had sex with your wife’ and not in those words.
You hear me rhyme and try to shine on my time  forget it 
Hear me on radio  live vocally do edits 
E Swift scratchin and threading  with supreme
médecine, et j'suis médecin
Un protecteur ... à l'écriture ... libre
Avec do fric, see'est la fin do générique
La radio, me dit l'heure qu'il est..
Et ce
to the constitution, they'll always hate us
Play this, say this, and say it like I said it
Cause a magazine edit can get your ass beheaded
I'm thorough breaded, black
In the hue and cry of our fear-in-love drive-by
You're at the wheel while I'm crouched in a bathtub, South Central L.A.
Witty metaphors can't begin
. biff . . . dush-h-h!

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, youp youp youp youp

Is your wife snoring by the sink?

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, youp youp youp youp
to the radio 
And talkin to myself
Screamin through the forrest
Magic on my soul(?)
90 miles an hour 
On the cruise control
I'm blowin' by the truckers
tongue lickin' up my tongue
Your radio pickin' up a smoky, jazz love song Madness becomes you even though you're
Livin' life, it's hard to exist when
tongue lickin' up my tongue
Your radio pickin' up a smoky, jazz love song Madness becomes you even though you're
Livin' life, it's hard to exist when
Yo
Yo Premier?
Yeah whassup G?
That trip to L.A., may be delayed
Why whassup I'm on my way to the airport now
Yeah well your boy Guru got
pourras vivre ta vie
You'll be able to live your life
Lorsque tu en auras plus envie
When you have more desire
Et ne laisse pas tes yeux en l'air
and weather)
(For the women, weed and weather)
From all around the world for the (Women, weed and weather)
These niggas’ll kill for that, put it in your grill