luck of lucien þarký sözü

verse 1: q-tip
brother, brother, brother, lucien, you´re like no other.
listen very close ´cause i don´t like to boast.
instead, i´ll tell the tale of a french who prevailed
through the mr. crazy rabbits who were always on his tail.
? on sale, your rumour starts to wail.
get caught with stolen goods and you will go to jail.
if you go to jail, then who will pay the bail?
they´ll put you back to france on a ship with a sail.
escargot, lucien, you eat snails.
(hey yo tip, what´s wrong with snails?)
from the zulu nation, from a town called paris,
came to america to find liberty.
instead of finding pleasure, all you found was misery,
but listen, lucien, you have a friend in me.
oh, luck luck will drive you butt baddy.
next time you get some wheels, make it a caddy.
in terms of doing good, i know you wish you really could,
but listen, brother man, i really think you can.
succeed with the breed of the brothers on your back.
it´s the creme de la creme, and you can bounce with that.
it´ll take a minute,?rice?, so take my advice.
trust in us, and thus you trust in your life.
lucine, lucien, lucien, lucien.
you should know!
verse 2: q-tip
are you ready, lu?
this one is for you,
comin´ from a true-blue, fits like a shoe.
? or "commenet-allez-vous"?
lucien, i´ll leave it up to you.
voulez vous (vous).
endez vous (vous).
coo-coo (coo).
les poo-poo (poo)
watch that lass, gonna backlash fast.
can you get a grip on the crackhead dip?
sold you a paper bag, guess he saw you comin´,
vcr from a neck-bone bummin´,
$10 brother, he was hummin´ and strummin´,
only had 20, he was livin´ like ya slummin´,
gave him the money, well, i thought that was somethin´,
lookin´ like a kid who was lost in crumbin´.
don´t worry about a thing, i won´t get specific.
this is a song that is long and prolific.
think of the stuff that i said if you can.
figure it out, compute, understnad.
no problemo, i´ll help you with your demo
if you go to the store for me.
lucien, i´m just kiddin´.
you should know!
verse 3: q-tip
you gotta get a grip on the missions you´ll be takin´,
not so much the mission, but you got crazy ignition.
sure, the sugar-babies wanna give you a chance
with the french "savoir faire" and the sexy dance,
but is she really fly, or is she a guy?
i won´t ask why, ´cause i know that you try.
you try too hard, is that the answer to the riddle?
instead of doin´ so much, why don´t you do just a little?
boy, what a cad, i guess we shouldn´t treat him bad.
in fact, it would be nice if we understood him like
a case of positionin´ the feet in the shoes,
sympathetic reason in the case of the blues.
lucien is blue, even though he´s really brown.
i had to make the sound, his life is too profound.
on the up-and-up, he´s somethin´ like a little pup,
young and naive, it´s hard to believe.
as long as you´re strong, you can quest with the questers,
jolly like a jumping bean or a jester.
lucien, lucien, lucien, lucien.
you should know!