Lyrics:
Tiroteio, a cargo do MC Ratolino. Eles até convidaram o Soninho, mas como ele sempre dormiu antes da festa. A partir daí, eles se largaram para a festa.
esto
Me pongo “axe” cargo fresco
McLovin...
no no
McLovin...
Oh oh oh
McLovin.
Long Beach
Banda sonora a cargo de Malcom McCormick
Vibrando chillin' y desayunando braunies
En el estudio desde temprano hasta tarde
Y solo rollin'
noches en fases lunares sin
embargo MC y me largo, sin un cargo
de conciencia si conviví años con el letargo,
Hablan de algo así, judíos matando nazis,
MC's missing
MC's missing
MC's missing
MC's missing
MC's missing
MC's missing
MC's missing
MC's missing
MC's missing
MC's missing
MC's missing
MC's
On the fourth of July eighteen hundred and six
We set sail from the sweet cove of Cork
We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks
For the grand
On the fourth of July eighteen hundred and six
We set sail from the sweet cove of Cork
We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks
For the grand
In the year of our Lord, eighteen hundred and six,
We set sail from the Coal Quay of Cork
We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks
For
On the Fourth of July, 1806
We set sail from the sweet Cove of Cork
We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks
For the Grand City Hall in New
Loreena McKennitt
Loreena McKennitt: troubador harp
On the fourth of July eighteen hundred and six
We set sail from the sweet cove of Cork
We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks
For the grand
Alien mum dropping lethal cargo on the ship
Tarantula deadly cargo, it's bent it
Alien dad dropping lethal cargo in the ship
Tarantula deadly cargo
Who's that
Filthy McNasty
Who's that
Filthy McNasty
Filthy McNasty
Who's that
Filthy McNasty
Melody voulut revoir le ciel de Sunderland
Elle prit le 707 avion cargo de nuit
Et le pilote automatique aux commandes de l'appareil
Fit une
Melody voulut revoir le ciel de Sunderland
Elle prit le 707 avion cargo de nuit
Et le pilote automatique aux commandes de l'appareil
Fit une
Melody voulut revoir le ciel de Sunderland
Elle prit le 707 avion cargo de nuit
Et le pilote automatique aux commandes de l'appareil
Fit une
Loreena McKennitt
Recorded at Annaghmakerrig, Ireland
Loreena McKennitt: troubador and celtic harps, tambourine, finger cymbals
Spiser mc's ligesom nachos
Med mit hold og du ved der fart på
Ruller op med noget coke i min cargos
Sammen med min dreng min muchachos
Spiser mc's
In the year of our Lord, eighteen hundred and six,
We set sail from the Coal Quay of Cork
We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks
For
Trad. arr. by Loreena McKennitt
And Pat Mullin
Livin' with the whites, one big house
And not another nigga in sight
I started off with too much cargo
Dropped four niggas now I'm makin' all the dough
mixed with da Vinci and MC Ren
And I don't mean Stimpy's friend, bitch
Been public enemy since you thought PE was gym, bitch
Kick your shoes off, let
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