The Same Night in Paris Is he gonna buy? You wanna little culture? Is he gonna pay? Maybe Monsieur is into photographs, Non? Or is he gonna fall in love
film called life where my heart is the soundtrack It's that lucky streak without no warning It's the memory of cartoons on saturday morning It's that classis culture
because we got the unity So fuck the police, we can keep the peace We can make love and conquer that disease Because nothin' in the world is impossible
the movement was still fucked up like Parkinson's 'Cause while we were giving birth to the culture we love Prejudice kept our own people out of the club
on the life I was given like them white boys; +Losing My Religion+ I used to be a christian and a political pawn the bible is right and all your native culture is
Club promoter: Lars you're on in ten minutes. You ready? MC Lars: I guess buta?¦ I still got to write some lyrics. Club promoter: Alright, just remember
don't write love songs. What is it that we sing then? Our love of life is total, everything we do is an expression of that, Everything that we write
awhile What you wanna say to make me wanna stay (repeat 2X) Just me and my peeps we gettin buzzed, lookin for clubs Misses with kisses and hugs, lookin for love
But the movement was still fucked up like Parkinson's Cause while we were givin birth to the culture we love Prejudice, kept our own people out of the club
and my brother was closer I wanna scream at her, catch myself before I start to And then remember it takes two people to argue All she do is provoke me All I do is
Love is love and im not here Whisper sorrows in your ear Two hearts come to be as one But one day the one is gone Try so to run from the pain So I will
was what I needed With my name spelt on the number plate Like Paul Revere on speed Yes my girlfriend's name is Anne But she says the K is silent Put
your loving is so good Gusto blusto I wish you understood Gusto blusto I'd love you if you would Gusto blusto Do it! Do it! Yeah! I give you good good loving
love is just is just a word That goes unheard in a situation Where love is nothing And you.... Are all I can see This boy's in love with you You're everything
can compete Happiness is hard to measure Woman you're so sweet I would give my heart to you You're the air I breathe There is nothing I won't do Just
security I give you everything you need Love a we, a love a we, love a we, I love ya Love a we, a love a we, love a we, I need ya Now you don't understand
can compete. Happiness is hard to measure woman you're so sweet. I would give my heart to you you're the air I breathe There is nothing I won't do
' shotgun, with the top gun Don't catch a hot one soon as he spot one Westside Connection is a doctrine This ain't another club song Or love song that