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your favorite, rapper Believe it or not L U L L U L. I'm Gone!!
uns aufgeschaut Vielleicht kennt ihr uns noch, von uns habt ihr euren Style geklaut Toni L. Im Anzug und Torch in Ledermontur Wir glaubten so stark
[L. Hoffsten / L. Hoffsten - L. Larson] Many roads have eaten my shoes on may way looking for you I think my search has come to an end so why not
(R. L. Burnside) (Thunderhead Hawkins) (Yeah) I don't know, but I have been around Tell me them women, shake 'em on down Yes, I'm goin', down
[spoken words, L. Johnson] The days are lonely, and the nights is so blue. The days are lonely, the nights seem so blue. I would be so glad if I, had
you see Starlight open wide, Andy's Cecil B. DeMille Come on L. A. give us a call We've got superstars who talk, they'll do anything at all Ingrid,
rings, "we made another million" Break out the Dom and pop the corks I catch a flight to New York Hit the L. Q., watch RED spin, "it's closed" Brooklyn
you see Starlight open wide, Andy's Cecil B. DeMille Come on L. A. give us a call We've got superstars who talk, they'll do anything at all Ingrid,
L. Coleman/N. Gimbel Come closer, my love, and you'll hear my tale. It'll make you cold. It'll turn you pale. It's a tale of a man's never ending
A troupe of strolling players are we, not stars like L. B. Mayer's are we, But just a simple band who roams about the land, Dispensing plentyof
Well, I'm a man who lives in the city. I'm a man who lives in the street. From F. L. A. up to Frisco bay and ev'rywhere in between. Well, coast
A troupe of strolling players are we, not stars like L. B. Mayer's are we, But just a simple band who roams about the land, Dispensing plentyof
Where you think he got it from? P-L-O (P-L-O) Lights be so melodic at the P-L-O (P-L-O) P-L-O (P-L-O) P-L-O (P-L-O) They'll be a buncha killers
to swim... Learn to swim... Learn to swim... Fuck L. Ron Hubbard And fuck all his clones Fuck all these gun-toting Hip gangster wanna-bes Learn to swim...
men anba kou'l frape'l nan mi (frape'l) Si l renmen blag frape'l nan ri (frape'l) Wepa w'ap WAP manmi (wepa) Pa gen jou'k pase'l pa horny (pa genyen)
affaires (gamberge) Plus de mala, tu t'es retrouvé à terre (mala) Maintenant, malade, tu grattes des blondes à l'after Oh, oh (ouh), donne-nous le go, oh
I ’ m n o t a s h a m e d t o w a l k d o w n a n o t h e r w a y T u r n m e a w a y i d o n ’ t c a r e a n y w a y M y g o l d e n c a g e I l e f
la vendent leurs vies JC en bonne santé comme si j' ken l' infirmiere Joelle JC le messie reçois offrandes pourtant c' était pas hier noël L.S 2-3
et d'une pute négro voila ton métissage L.S. 2-3 négro L.S tout l'équipage Ton coté positif c'est quand tu fais ton dépistage Déso mon garçon J'arrache
L'arbre est dans ses feuiiiiiilllles Marilonnn Marilééééé L'arbre est dans ses feuiiiiiilllles Marilonnn Donnnnn Dééééé Dans l'arbre ya une ptite
been such a day in Beverly Hills L. A. But it's December the 24th and I'm longing to be up north I'm dreaming of a White Christmas Just like
with Mrs. L. B. Jones And if he keeps making fancy passes I'll start holding evening classes I'll give him sugar and molasses And the life, I live
L. A. is pretty and New York is cold and Chicago is just an old story I've told. [Chorus:] But the hands of the clock keep on goin' around
A troupe of strolling players are we, not stars like L. B. Mayer's are we, But just a simple band who roams about the land, Dispensing plentyof
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