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Quanta pioggia giu dagli occhi scendera Prima di trovare la mia strada Quanta acqua sotto I ponti passera' Prima di incrontarti di nuovo amore mio E

Won't you let me walk you home from school? Won't you let me meet you at the pool? Maybe Friday I can, Get tickets fro the dance, And I'll take you,

[Dame Dash + Parlae] How rich y'all niggaz wanna be? (Franchize!) You wanna be a millionaire? (D-F-B...Bitch!) You wanna be a billionaire? (10 Hoe!) Nigga

from the rebels To kill the infidels and the American devils A bomb on his waist, a mask on his face Prays five times a day and listens to heavy metal Little Alex

Alright, before we get it started Before we did 'Smoke two joints', that was Jack from the Toys And that song 'Rivers Of Babylon' Was written by B Dowe

and never came back Stayed all summer then went back home Macauly Culkin wasn't Home Alone Fell deep in love, but now we ain't speakin' Michael J Fox was Alex

Dear Alex and Marilyn They're Lovey and Thurston howellin The grasshopper unit is prowellin And Rufus is back home growellin For all of y'all that are

Dear Alex and Marilyn They're Lovey and Thurston Howellin' The grasshopper unit is prowellin' And Rufus is back home growellin' For all of y'all that

a plan to make some stops Niggas die on the street but they don't play taps Or 21 gun salute, there ain't cahoots My name ain't Alex Haley but I still