Alors on d... (X3) Qui dit etudes dit travail, Qui dit taf te dit les thunes, Qui dit argent dit depenses, Qui dit credit dit creances, Qui dit dettes
For tha love of money Umm, ooh, oh, oh Well, well, well oooh For tha love of money For tha love of money For tha love of money For tha love of money
at MacDonald's. You know what they call a Quarter Pounder with Cheese in Paris? JULES They don't call it a Quarter Pounder with Cheese? VINCENT No
Get that cheese While you bumpin' in yo Cadillac, sippin' on yo' Cognac Get that cheese Get that cheese Get that cheese While you bumpin' in yo Cadillac Get that cheese
It's been a long time Now it's time to get your bubble burst Things are bad enough in this world Why do you have to make them worse? Day after day
spend some cheese All I wanna do is get this money washed So I can lay back and spend some cheese Get right, live life, spend some cheese G's ice, gun
through ho's like pounds of weed sit a bitch on the curb and hit the 350(50) and all these years i cant believe somebody put they paws in my naked cheese
't be fuckin' wit' my cheese You know I'm 'bout my B's You better have my cheese 'cause I go crazy Nigga, don't be fuckin' wit' my cheese You know I'm
Big cheese, make me Mine says, "Go to the office" Big cheese, make me Mine says, "One that stays" Black is black, straight back Need more enemies Sure
In a town in southernmost Sicily Lived a family too proud to be poor In the year that fever took father away They hastened for American shores Now a mother
Felt a pang late one afternoon I was fishin' off Muir beach With Larry LaLonde And I started to chew Grabbed a tuna salad sandwich Pretty soon Ler's
Here they come Here come the bastards I heard it from a confident - Who heard it form a confidant They're definately on their way There's one with this
As I stand in the Shower Singing Opera and such Pondering the possibility that I Pull the pud too much There's a scent that fills the air Is it flatus
I just can't seem to blend Into society I have no hope for this dim Simplicity of law and order By whose rules I see no rhyme in the reason I hold no
Jerry was a race car driver And he drove so goddamned fast He never did win no checkered flag But he never did come in last Jerry was a race car driver
Shut up you bastards!
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I remember as if it were a meal ago Said, Tommy the Cat as he reeled back to clear Whatever foreign matter may have nestled its way into his mighty throat
