Lyrics:
Oui, tu t'appelles "Mona" comme Lisa
"Moore" comme l'amour
Je veux que tu m'appartiennes
Que tu m'aies dans les veines, crois-moi, je ferai tout
ewu
Ati nibi ete omo araye
Mase je kon bami laye je o, jekin mabe b'obe se nbeshu
Jekin ma wa, bi wara se njade lara eran
Mo m'oore, lona ope, lona ope
"orange barrels orange barrels every where i see,
orange barrels orange barrels looking back at me,
look at larry, darryl, and darryl standing next
And soon we reached Bermuda's isle where I met with Captain Moore,
The commander of the Flying Cloud from out of Baltimore,
He asked me if I'd ship with him
ain't ate
And you still gon' call or text when I be out late
A superhero in my eyes, get this lady a cape
And Darryl, we been through shit but much
play
Now how devastating can an MC be?
My name is Darryl, but you can call me D, hit it run!
It's called, gangsta hard rock, non-stop hip-hop
And it's
a d'autres au-d'ssus de moi
C'est pas moi qui l'ai fait tomber
Vous n'pouvez pas m'accuser
Qui a tué Davy Moore?
Qui est responsable, et pourquoi est-il
Yeah, she a down-ass bitch
She said I was her favorite
Once I found that clit
Saw Mary Tyler Moore at
The vinyl store before
Said I'd put it in her ass
If
about
I'm a fresh MC, who's on his way
To be an MC with the most to say
And to all those out there, that don't know me
I go by the name of D. M. C.
and
Peace in their words
Have sworn the bright light
Our faith to obscure
But our hope is in God and in Rory O'Moore
Oh lives there the traitor who'd
Shrink
the wing-nut ears
Who was waitin' in the car
Well, Robert Moore sensed trouble
He'd seen it comin' from afar
And Betty Coltrane she gasped beneath the table
the wing-nut ears
Who was waitin' in the car
Well, Robert Moore sensed trouble
He'd seen it comin' from afar
And Betty Coltrane she gasped beneath the table
Willy*
Geen Harlem shake geen chickehead dance
Ik ben gewoon in de club met D-MEN
Zolang ik hier ben chank ik chicks met tits met hips
Ik ben spits
with valor; I'd be an example
Here I am, where I stand
Fighting war with a two edged sword
Here I am, where I stand
Descended star, Darryl Jabbar
This
I'm the oldest son of a crazy man
I'm in a cowboy band
Got a pile of sins to pay for and I ain't got time to hide
I'd walk through a blazing fire, baby,
Featuring Frank McComb
Written by: Mark Simmons, Gregg D. Moore, Zachary Glenn & Bobby Ray Sparks II
SIM SOUNDS 72 (BMI), GREG D. MOORE (BMI),
And I’ll always remember Wiley Moore
He knew me before I knew my name
Everytime he’d see me he’d act the same
He’d say how you doing Wood
Oh he made me made
But I'd never steal from Santa, 'cause that ain't right
I was going home to mail it back to him that night
But when I got home I bugged, 'cause under
the Beatles
My name is Darryl, you can call him D
You can call me Darryl Mack, or you can call him DMC
People always ask, "DMC, what does it mean?"
D's for
land
Am
Walkin' down an alabama road
And he went by the name of william moore
Now what are you doing william moore
D g am
Why the letter in your
the Beatles
My name is Darryl, you can call him D
You can call me Darryl Mack, or you can call him DMC
People always ask, "DMC, what does it mean?"
D's for
ganiyu yah allah
Ore tose mose nyin e, wa sebunkun fun eru e kan, tio dakeri o lori ope dida
Won loju to dile ni rore
Ni rore nso d'oburewa
Momo p'olohun
(style) D Mac buckwild (wild)
You wonder where I've been? I've been gone for a while (while)
Back to attack [tack] the wick-wick-wack (wack)
Me Darryl
the car
Well, Robert Moore sensed trouble, he'd seen it coming from afar
And Betty Coltraine she gasped beneath the table
Well, the sailor said, "I'm
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