she's pretty wild? And every night I pray that you don't knock her up 'Cause I still want to be the mother of your child They say l'amour est ne a Paris
love me now I feel you love me now You make my love come down You make my love come down I feel you love me now I feel you love me now London, Paris
Hello, hello, yeah, yo where you at? Yo I'm at the airport I just got back from Paris Had this girl dancing for me and shit Oh word? Yeah where niggas
Life, I wonder Will it take me under, I don't know Imagine smokin' weed in the streets without cops harassin' Imagine goin' to court with no trial Lifestyle
grammar pays, like Carlos Sanatana plays, 'Black Magic Woman' So while you fumin' I'm consumin' mango juice under Polaris You just embarrassed 'cause it's your, 'Last Tango in Paris
Close your eyes, Let me undress your mind Put the top down as we ride New york let that low black hair flow light brown skin glow under the sean john
April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom Holiday tables under the trees April in Paris, this is a feeling No one can ever reprise I never knew the charm
Holy the jazz bands, marijuana Hipsters, peace and junk and dreams Holy the solitudes of skyscrapers and pavements Holy the cafeterias filled with the millions Holy the mysterious rivers of tears under
to the sounds of Dirty Money {You are now listening to the sounds, of Dirty Money} Yo, turn me up a lil' bit Aiyyo, check this out.. [Diddy - rap verse] London, Paris
my love Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Runaway with me and my love Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I woke up with an Australian breeze And danced the dance with Aborigines Oh, under
the word I?m interested if you have heard I don?t really mean to bring you right down The safest place for you?s way under the ground I got somethin'
belt again Now they want me in the army but they can't harm me 'Cause I ain't no punk, I ain't under man to Uncle Tommy Props to Islam, it's getting
me get those jeans And let me get that rock on your finger, oh, it's stuck? Then I'll take the whole finger then, man Let me get those bags from Paris
enough Without some young sucka runnin' up You don't know me, so don't step I roll to the right and then bust your lip Paris is my name, I don't sleep
I'm movin' with the smooth the groove that some consider dangerous And you're playin' this, I ain't new to this Yeah, it's a Scarface Groove Paris
rock to LL 36 double D's never troubled me Thank god that Columbus made that discovery The queen of Spain, spends some change Now Paris Hilton is pushing
is rude if you let calvin to get to know vicky we could make it happy, you can get to know cities so pretty let me take you to paris if you don't know