i tint very light, so them hating b-tches can see me and you at every light, oooh, and i hope its one of them long lights, I mean I hope its one of
Hello, hello, yeah, yo where you at? Yo I'm at the airport I just got back from Paris Had this girl dancing for me and shit Oh word? Yeah where niggas
I'm in this so But I aint finished though It's been a minute though My newest girl back home, got issues with parents And some charges, how the f-ck can I get her to Paris
, strings come in And I lift her again, once more And now the tempo changes and all the lights come up And I build for the finale Louise that's it, do it over
Hottest bags, got the meanest handler Yes, she is the hottest thing When I'm out and takin' trips I mean, there she goes up in my mix From Paris, Peru
years Mantles'll sit up like hill, I'd have to fold my beard Check one, two, Sonny, tell Bob to dim the lights up You see the studs, I want the red strobe
[Paris] Take it back to the days when we raised us up 'Fore coward-ass rap made the game corrupt P-Dog in the cut back to bring the pain Puttin wood on
' stop who? Rock star don't need no tattoo Guitar out of the sharp Fender bass with the Stratocaster With Prodigy, Rage Against the Machine Flyin' over
around the world I'm chillin' in my 4.6, at the light 5 o'clock in the morning, been drinking all night And plus I'm high but it ain't over Four slim
you see me, hi hater Ay Maino, tell them haters get ready Ay Maino, tell them haters get ready I ain't got time, too busy I'm flyin' Over the Atlantics
doin this stuff Fake niggas ddt want ittt Hit hard drop a body guard You don't want what's over here Nigga betta watch ya braud Cause she ?? Andd we will bring it over
nuclear nonproliferation and ratify Kyoto today You can light in the motorcade in my hyper pink Escalade Paris For President! Not another oldie cliche Paris
a photograph taken in Paris at the end of the honeymoon In 1948, late in the month of June Your parents smile for the camera in the sienna shades of light
's a photograph taken in Paris at the end of the honeymoon In 1948, late in the month of June Your parents smile for the camera in sienna shades of light
The stars are out tonight, the breeze is warm and light As I'm walking right back to you Along the dreaming road, the only way to go When I'm travelling
You go to Paris as jems I get that guy over then and Leonardo walks outta ? just as you were walking in You got a V.I.P. to the Black Eyed Peas cause
Wine Harvest, and Phileda's Lesson We're not his possession In winter, trampled flowers in winter, Lovers. Circus, these Garlands, the Blue Pirouette, The Marriage, the Mimosas, Black Sun Over Paris
And Houston really ain't that bad a town So you hang around with the Fort Worth blues There's a full moon over Galway bay tonight And silver light over
