Mr. President - Simbaleo
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Bridge:
Tell me who´s in the kitchen? Who is scratching at my door?
It´s the cat in the kitchen, kittie, pretty on the floor
Ha, ha, ha, ha
I was walking thru the jungle in the summertime,
I saw a baby lying having a good time
Uh, he was alone, or was it a crime? Here it is, check my rime
Ah, then I took him home, what could I do?
He was all alone, wouldn´t you to?
So throw your hands in the air and start to party
Here it is, Simbaleo
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Chorus:
Simbaleo, kittie ya yo, Simba, kittie ya yo
Simbaleo, kittie ya yo, Simba, kittie ya yo
Simbaleo
He was small but his voice was big
And when he got his food, he would be like a pig
I like to play and he likes to run, here it is, yo, have some fun
Uh, he was the cat that had all of that
He be sleeping on a day on the top of my map
So throw your hands in the air and start to party
Here it is, Simbaleo
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Chorus x 1 Inne utwory
I give you my heart Love, sex & sunshine On and on I love the way you love me Where do i belong Coco jambo Show me the way Love zone Everybody Take me to the limit Olympic dreams F.B.I. Give a little love Gonna get along Goodbye lonely heart 4 On the floor Happy people Jojo action Losowe utwory
B-O-Z-Z jetzt ist alles vorbei geh in Deckung wenn ich schiess denn ich ballere ins Mic bleib hart geh mein weg kuck das keiner mich hält mein Flow bumst dich und den Rest dieser Welt sick Shit, es ist krank kuck ich lasse es bangen ein Beat ein Rhyme und...
W kolorowej sukience krząta się
Raz po raz odwraca głowę
Uśmiech śle
Mógłbyś przysiąc że
Widziałeś wczoraj skrzydła jej
Jak je chowała pod sukienkę
Lecz ona
To nie ptak czy nie widzisz?
To nie jest ptak
Ona to nie ptak...
When I feel you dreaming
I think of sunsets
How high my high gets
Chorus:
I wanna give to you an everlasting love
I fill your life with a satisfying love
All you need is an everlasting love
All you want is...
Ich schreibe Raps, um mich abzureagieren, bin kurz davor zu implodieren voller Zorn und den Schmerzen in mir. Ihr wollt mich kritisieren dafür, dass ich battle, doch das tut mir nicht weh. Mein Leben ist `n Kampf und ich schreib´ nur, was ich seh´. Und ich seh´, wie man mir...
Through the eyes of a child
There s no wrong or right
No reason to hate
No need for a fight
No colour, no creed
No malice, no greed
Till the child becomes a man
Give up your freedom
Hand back your rights
Then change your colour now
You re black not white
And there ll never be a piece of...