Lyrics:
D-d-d-dancin' to the groove
But, but there is no, there is no
(There's no gettin' over you)
Baby, it feels so (right)
To dance to the beat of the (night)
(Together)
(Together mmm, hmm)
We'd stroll the lane together
Laugh at the rain, oh you know, together
Sang love's refrain together
And we'd
When yo' head be in between it, if I had a penis (uh huh)
I'd be heartless for real though, niggas start shit (real though)
I'd just flash out my
up?", Keep steppin', and just rep D12
Keep my nose clean, stay away from weapons, jail
And livin' reckless, but if you go check my belt
You may see
some head (ugh, ay)
Gettin', gettin' some head (who'd have ever thought this would make it to the radio, man?)
I was gettin' some head
Gettin',
mots, tes tabernacles et ta langue d'ici
L'escampette et la poudre et la fille de l'air
Montre-moi tes édens, montre-moi tes enfers
Tes nord et puis
pluies
L'adieu des amants
Le ciel est de plomb
Il y a d'l'humidité dans l'air
D'autres larmes en perspective
Le temps était de plus en plus lourd
Le jazz reprend pour nous sa valse d'amour
Pourtant du beau roman c'est le dernier jour
J'ai mal, mais devant toi, je n'ose pas pleurer
Puisque
Le jazz reprend pour nous sa valse d'amour
Pourtant du beau roman c'est le dernier jour
J'ai mal, mais devant toi, je n'ose pas pleurer
Puisque
dying
And, my dear, we're still good-bye-ing
But as long as you'd love me so
Let it snow, let it snow, and snow
When we finally kiss good-night
How
vous aime"
Je lui dis "moi de même"
C'était la moindre des choses
Il me dit "on s'tutoie?"
Je lui dis "ça va d'soi"
C'était la moindre des choses
petit monsieur triste
Le suivent dans la nuit
Courent derrière lui, galopent sur la piste
Du petit monsieur triste
Qui a des tas d'ennuis
Le petit
wanna rock right now, rock-rock-right now
It's ya Eastside partner, Big Snoopy D-O
Turned like D-Lo, catch me on your TiVo
Long Beach with me,
don't know enough about you
Jack of all trades master of none
And isn't it a shame
I'm so sure that you'd be good for me
If you'd only play my game
help him see
The future ain't what it used to be
Listen, hey Spike what'd like?
Hey Spike what'd like?
Doo, doo, doo, doo
Doo, doo, doo, doo
dans le boogie-woogie
Faut voir comme y's'démène
Meilleur danseur
D' l'Élysée à la rue Francœur
On l'appelle Boule de gomme
Il est joli
vide en privation
Tu te nourrissais d'illusions
Il te suffisait que je t'aime
Nous avons lutté tant d'années
Que la fortune s'est donnée
Mais
jeux n'ont pas d'importance
C'est un peu leurs derniers cadeaux
À la mamma, a la mamma
On la réchauffe de baisers
On lui remonte ses oreillers
vous aime"
Je lui dis "moi de même"
C'était la moindre des choses
Il me dit "on s'tutoie?"
Je lui dis "ça va d'soi"
C'était la moindre des choses
hear from me
I ain't got no rap, no holla, I don't wanna conversate
Money conversations so we can't kick it (uh-uh)
Said I'd never make it, now my
a nigga D.I.E.
If anybody scared, fuck from 'round me
If you ain't with the bid'ness, get the fuck from 'round me
Slide down on my niggas on tip
You did it then, you'd do it again, now I'm the other one
Is it just me?
Did our talks get a little bit shorter?
Is it just me?
Did the night get
of all the yapping, little nigga I'm your OG (woo)
My diamonds shining like the ball that drop on New Year's Eve (come on)
And she countdown to the D
Hah, go
Marii Beatz, turn me up
Guwop (Hah, Gucci)
It's Gucci (Gucci)
(Gucci, hah)
Dun D-D-D-Deal (ayy)
Hah
My bitch came off a boat, boat,
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