Lyrics:
wieder back, hab' die Finger im Geschäft Mr. F, keiner bringt mich hier so schnell ausm Konzept Ey jo P-H-A-S-e, ich fick' jeden Tag System Gib ma'
Kiste P.h.a.s.e, habe S-Bahn fahren sehen Da war jeder Wagon dicht wie in Athen Renne über Gleise ins Gebüsch, tanze auf dem Kneipentisch (hey) Denn
D'minuit à 7h du mat' p'tite ballade, oh malade Tiens ta langue, range ta lame, ne rends pas l'âme Mais la salope là, grimpe à l'arbre, hop là
pousse la (?) Mal en vivant, t'es présent, tes relèves, toute saveur Un mic et c'est l'décollage, l'équipe sont à mon image T.H dans l'p'tit collage
grève, faut cramer l'usine, feu! J'donne pas d'leçon, j'travaille la conduite À la fin d'la route on va tous raquer le péage, Nekfeu, A-L-P-H Quand
Ey yo, C-e-s-y-c-h-i-m-p-e-r-a-t-o-r Ey yo yo, 7.12., alles Gute ?, jo Ich war jung, frech und wild und ich trug Zeitung aus Ich hatte keine
I rock (rock) my voice echo through halls And the block (block) be like P-H, "It's yours!" I'm so (hot.. hot.. hot) I rock for Brooklyn, Park
is buck wild But in the meanwhile, motherfuckers in my city want to do what I do But they P-H me behind my back, why don't you do that, raps are
mean like, you rollin in Benzes, they be like P.H.ing you, The pigs be pulling you over cause you Be black and you be sittin on triple gold, Like
seven She got full intention of getting her P.H.D. She got some big ol' boobies A countrified booty She's a certified bonified cold blooded cutie If
[Music: M. Korsback / H. Juhano] [Lyrics: M. Korsback / H. Juhano / P. Vastila] In the night, when you're walking all alone, seeing faces
a legal alien I'm an Englishman in New York I'm an alien I'm a legal alien I'm an Englishman in New York I'm an Englishman in New York (P.H. Electro,
music on the road Guess he never really gave up hope Though Mary shes got everything she thought she wanted Got a P-H-D, she is an independent
on my left arm Nothin' but cactus and rattle snake farms through New Mexico Eighty m-p-h seems slow I passed a family in a dusty Volkswagon Kids laugh
les keufs nous sautent Bienvenue dans le four! C'est A L P H mother fucker A Semi-automatique flingue en bas tu resteras Terre de brave, DK, Yararh
des truc moches (Mais j'ai le front au sol) Ici c'est la jungle, c'est la fosse aux lions, bienvenue à H-E-M, p'tit batard Taffer pour mille-deux,
P H O That's Vietnamese dining Come with the facts Like science Behind the curtains Blowing cookies I should write a book They turn
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