[ Verse 1 : ] { Cam'ron } Killa! Yo. I won't kiss her, maybe hug her but I don't even like her I might get it, hit it, split it but yo I'll never
Do you remember here? No you don't remember anything at all I'm here flat on my back Never woke up - had no regrets There's a party in my mind And I
(singers) Just picture a lad, between Mom and Dad Its Sunday the tables all set There's uncles, there's aunts, and cousins galore There's plenty of food
(johnny guitar) People come to me and they say that I'm mad They've heard a 100 stories never one of them bad I can only tell them 'i'm as sane as can
(kinky friedman) You uppity women I don't understand Why you gotta go and try to act like a man, But before you make your weekly visit to the shrink
The act of makin love is Pink cookies in a plastic bag, gettin crushed by buildings Pink cookies in a plastic bag, gettin crushed by buildings I'll
INTRO Uhh, yeah Cap Hill Making all the honeys say "Ooh" Making all the ladies say "Ooh" "Check it, check it out now. Check it check it out" Saukrates
Never had no biscuit Never had no sweater to wear To keep me from the cold Never no potato Never had no leather on my feet 'Til I was five years old
The act of makin love...is... [REFRAIN] pink cookies in a plastic bag, gettin crushed by buildings pink cookies in a plastic bag, gettin crushed by
I'm a broken biscuit from the cookie jar I'm a total misfit in the puzzle that's so far Careful not to crush me in those hungry hands Careful not to rush
ton passage Ce qui gene tes pas Ton coeur est plus amer Que l'eau morte des plages Et froid comme sont froids Les galets d'Etretat Les galets d'Etretat
Tu mi piaci perche c'hai i capelli ricci e perche te li allisci e perche mi capisci Quando fra la gente io mi chiudo e non parlo tu ti apri anche per
[from Jingle All the Way] [featuring guest shredding by Mark MacDonald] IF YOU'RE GOING TO SOUND LIKE COOKIE MONSTER THEN WE MIGHT AS WELL WRITE A SONG
Elle etait patissiere, Dans la rue du Croissant, Ses gentilles petites manieres, Attiraient les clients, On aimait a l'extreme, Ses yeux de puits d'amour
I'm a broken biscuit From the cookie jar I'm a total misfit In the puzzle that's so far Careful not to crush me In those hungry hands Careful not to rush
The act of makin love...is... [REFRAIN] pink cookies in a plastic bag, gettin crushed by buildings pink cookies in a plastic bag, gettin crushed by buildings
Traducció: Knowles, Beyonce. Darrere de les galetes.
Traducció: Jimmy Dean. Si us plau, passi les galetes.