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Cha cha cha

L o v e love bomb
You blow my mind
L o v e love bomb
You cha cha cha
L o v e love bomb
You make me ch-ch-cha ch-ch-cha-cha ch-ch-cha
see you ‘e bombe e see you ll'armi 
scagnano soldi co' sanghe 
E tu nun sai niente è ‘nfame stu tiempo 
ma saccio che ‘o mmale fa rummore e ‘o
nazista conosciuto in una rissa....
E nonostante le bombe vicine, la fame, malgrado le mine,
sul foglio lasciò parole vere di vita: "la guerra è finita,
[Gatekeeper]
In '97 don't be alarmed, Gravediggaz drop
(Da Bomb! Da Bomb! Da Bomb!)
G, are, A, V, E, D (Da Bomb!)
I, double G, A to the zig zag Z
mettite 'e bombe e po' 'o vulite a me
e me mettite 'e mane 'ncuollo si ve chied' 'o pecché
mammà 'e guardie a casa s'avette 'a veré
e nu spazio popolare
ner monno
Tra le bombe e li fucili
De li popoli che so' civili

Ninna nanna tu non senti
Li sospiri e li lamenti
De la pora gente che se scanna
canto le mie prime note! 

Ma se, una canzone che stia al posto mio non see'è, 
Eccola qua: è come se, foste con me! 

Padre, mille anni, 
E quante
motherfuckers believin ya tryin' to find shit 
Matter fact, Mel, used to fuck a girl Trish gal 
Unique hit, little E and bomb bags heroin 
Now they assed out
And we push our hack platoon to get started 
Terrorists through e-mail drop bombs, www.tragedy.com
BLUE BUTTERFLIES in my tummy started flyin'
Baby was E BOMB, she left ELAINE and MARY JANE cryin'
CHANEL smell good as NOSECANDY is the aroma
Everybody
puff bomb E T just to fill the void and recollect the word 

Of a Vet once put me down with Be about your paper mack and 

Watch 

The folks you
victims, Mr. M-E to F, bomb threat
As long as I ain't no game, there's no contest

[Chorus]

[Method Man]
Ticallion is phatter than your fattest chrome
me or any of the members of my click
For that matter, wit ya chitter-chatter
Makin your body parts splatter
Send you an e-mail bomb and erase your data
rightful owners 
My style is wild, like G's or the pistolas 
No need to ask, I put you on like a ski mask 
We can Fight the Power like this was P.E. class
apples fallin' from the sky.
D-Ropped and A-Bomb, E-Ricket Blood was shed.
A-C-N-D:
Another Crab Nigga, Dead.
Oh, muthafuckin', well, punk bitches.
A Seconda Del Vento Che Tira - Noi No - Erano Gli Anni Settanta - La Seconda Metà - Grazie A Bombe E Criminalità - Mamma E Papà - Mossero In Provincia Il Nido

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