Celebrate, celebrate, emancipate 'Cause now it's a new year Watch the saints come, marching saints Watch the saints go marching Away from you, from you
Перевод: Living Things. Новый год.
Celebrate, celebrate, emancipate 'cause now it's a new year Watch the saints come marching saints, watch the saints go marching Away from you, from you
: The secret little thing that we do Should be between me and you The freaky things that we do Let's keep between me and you The secret little thing
my house? We made love to Donnell Jones, damn we so foul But now its been a year from that day today We still meet in the cut I can't live this way
rhymes and I’m feeling irie Come on over cause I’m having a party Milo did the right thing and brought the ride The sound’s too pissed now the party’s live
new R&B prince, Chris Brown Spit flame, And me stick around ya boy Chris Brown {Verse 1: Chris} Have you ever seen a 4 door machine when them things
P-Profit, Profit Yeah in the hood they call me Joey the profit If you listen close my niggaz you bound to see a profit [1st Verse] I'm New York's living
I bring the pump when it's time to punk Wrapped around my waist like a cumber bun Dont make a nigga pump (clap clap) you up! I come in that new thing
's Buttons And Watch How Them Thing Get To Dumping Real-Estate New York Game Now You Saying Something I Only Talk About What I Know About Illegal Turn Legal This Year
able to buy 4 new whips every year, and ;eave da t.v runnin dawg while I aint here, I aint gotta worry bout da bills cus da money der, I wana live like
s smokin like, after a glock spit Game get the blood money, fuck bitches and pop Cris' Style like it's New Year's, cause this a new year Look at the tracks
I remember a year ago I was standing in the crowd waiting for my chance to break through, my chance to live again. Now it seems I've found some friends
or a winner by the numbers Everyone knows a tie goes to the runner So lace up your shox, get yourself in this race Cause this little thing here gonna set a new
gonna make some mistakes So to you, all the kids all across the land There's no need to argue, parents just don't understand I remember one year My
choices The aftermath of divorces The kids of bitter split ups And baby sitters Grand parents that don't know what to do with us And the last thing I want to see is mama's new
going to make some mistakes So to you, all the kids all across the land There's no need to argue Parents just don't understand I remember one year
Sexy, young thing, from the ghetto That bitch rockin mics in high heel stilletos We takin over like Francis Switchin our styles like the hottest new dancers See, I let y'all live
