the leader So Eric B. we are Microphone fiend It's the return of the god Peace god... (Auh! Auh!) And ain't nobody fresher I'm in Mason (Ah!) Martin
thorugh I lost my fitted when the wind blew Down in Miami, when we floss, no Winstons Looking for some ice cream, hooked on the night scene Way back when Eric
[Music and lyrics by Martin Eric Ain] [originally performed by Celtic Frost]
? [Verse 2: Jay-Z] We are, yeah, I said it, we are You can call me Caesar in a dark Caesar Please follow the leaderso Eric B we are Microphone fiend
(Eric Martin, Andre Pessis, Joey Tempest) I'd bet my soul on a roll of a dice I hit the ground runnin' And I never think twice I'd brave the heat of
and if aint D-roc on the side of me we ?? bitch cant even buy from me They call me crip, his name eric hi's the capper since the 8th grade he said he
Music: Rudolf Schenker, Eric Bazilian Lyrics: Klaus Meine, Eric Bazilian Good times bad times Bad times good times We were twisting Chubby Checker style
Keneally . . . Ike: History! FZ: Walt Fowler, Bruce Fowler, Paul Carman, Albert Wing, Kurt McGettrick, Chad Wackerman, Ed Mann, Robert Martin, Scott Thunes, Eric
Oversættelse: Lapointe, Eric. Le Bonheur Mig Tir..
follow the leader, so Eric B we are Microphone fiend, it's the return of the God, peace God And ain't nobody fresher I'm in Maison, uh, Martin Margiela
coffre, po ofini kaka ba e ba kufa malili ya bolingo. Maitre Giles l'initiateur, le pacificateur Vital Kamere,le maitre Christophe muzugu,oh! Souletani Souleymane transport en commun, Eric
lea-der So Eric B. we are Microphone fiend It's the return of thee God Peace God... (Auh! Auh!) And ain't nobody fresher I'm in Mason (Ah!) Martin Margiela
: Woman of thirty seeing the sun Packed up her suitcase started to run Looking for someone looking for none Pack up and drive away It was her birthday