Hallo Leute ! Hier bin ich wieder, rollt den roten Teppich aus ! Rein ins Vergnugen, Party Time ! Das Oberbayern ist mein Schloss, der Ballermann mein
Wo bist du Du Du ? Du la?t mir keine Ruh'. Egal was ich auch tu Ich werd' dich nicht mehr los. Mensch wo bleibst du blo?? Samstagnacht ich bin da Wo
You look like who you say you are So scoot over let me drive your car Roll down the glass and give me some wind Lock all the doors, I'm on the loose again
Check it We can go toe to toe with the blows to the temple (NOT) Not the Temple of Doom so make room for the Unamerican Caravan (who you down with?)
Honey, sweet I've got something to say to you in privacy Something I'd like for you to hear And only your ears alone Secretly I've been admiring you
Beat on the brat Beat on the brat with a baseball bat Beat on the brat Oh yeah, oh yeah, uh-oh What can you do With a brat like that always on
Lindsay was my first love, she was in my class I would have loved to take her out but I was too shy to ask The fullness of my feeling was never made clear
Water gives a sigh My hair seems to be seized by the wind But I must continue this trip never looking back Whirl absorbed, water gives a sigh Through
Hear my tale - I'm norman normal, always humble, mild and meek. In my bank a lowly banker - run-down brach on nowhere street 'till one day a stranger
We're not singing bounce, we're not getting dirty Not concerned with getting the party started right Throwing darts as we see fit, the music today we
Riding a wave of summer air Girl with the Technicolor hair Pure overkill Zero to sixty, standing still Nothing can ever slow her down Breaking the speed
Leave it alone, don't analyze 'Cause love can be your lullaby But love can be your hurricane too And love can take your breath away But love can leave
Hook: (8x) money money weed blow pimpin pimpin lots of hoes French Montana:verse 1 When my nigga's come get'cha Everybody running witcha I hit'cha
[Music: Abbath - Lyrics: Demonaz] A black day dawn at horizon where winter hearts our battlefields the ultimate frostage desire snowflurry drifts these
We from the school, the School of Hard Knocks Who's ready to rock? (Ready to rock) Are you ready to rock? (Ready to rock) Round'n up suckaz knock 'em,
He was once a thug from around the way Slim Thugga, muthafucka Thug from a, thug from a thug Thug from a, thug from a thug I'm a thug from a, thug from
[Intro: Lil Scrappy] Ay. This wat you call keepin it 100 shawty. Can't just be with a muthaf***a halfway, You gotta ride with a n**** all the way. Ay
She's a slack one, born of greed Speaking endless words, long and empty A beggar who still wants to choose A dethroned queen still demands her due If