Coordinates: 50°14′59″N 3°38′18″E / 50.2497°N 3.6383°E / 50.2497; 3.6383
Le Quesnoy is a commune in the Nord department in northern France.
Le Quesnoy's inhabitants are known as Quercitains.
The town of Le Quesnoy has somehow missed much of the Industrial Revolution. Unlike the neighboring towns of Valenciennes or Maubeuge, iron/steel works did not take hold. The lack of wealth underground and of a major transportation route partly explains this. The authorities however took note of this weakness and proposed the Ecaillon canal from Sambre to Scheldt; considered but abandoned because of low water yield in the forest of Mormal.
There is a craft, however, firmly maintained until 1945 when a hundred shoemakers were still identifiable. Shoemakers worked at home for a local company located in rue du Petit Valenciennes(now Désiré Tanis) in a kind of cottage industry. A glassmaking factory installed near the railway track to the site of the former Intermarché collapsed after the World War I. In the Bellevue district, the remains of a factory attest to the presence of a former pottery factory.
La que yo soñe
(Pesado)
Me gusta verte sonreir
Cuando estas conmigo
Cuando nos entregamos
En nuestro pequeño nido
Me gusta acariciar tu piel
Sentir tu aliento
Y decirte que te quiero
Y decirte lo que siento
Que cuando estoy contigo
Creo acariciar el cielo
Mi pequeña niña tu eres en mi vida
La mujer que yo soñe
Me gusta acariciar tu piel
Sentir tu aliento
Y decirte que te quiero
Y decirte lo que siento
Que cuando estoy contigo
Creo acariciar el cielo
Mi pequeña niña tu eres en mi vida
La mujer que yo soñe
La mujer que yo soñe
La mujer que yo soñe
[Intro]
Once upon a time, there was a young man named
Hodgy Beats, OF, Super 3, Yes
[Hodgy Beats]
I live for the money so I'm present in the Green-age
Mutiny, like a turtle thats teenage
Look nice, but act ghetto without a clean face
M-V-P me like D-Wade
I'm a shooter, like a computer for the internet
As if its intercourse, I'm just not in it yet
My house like a sauna, I'm always in a sweat
Every time she's in my bed, she always gettin' wet
I wouldn't cum in sex for physical intellect
Break your ass, then your back, then your neck
He's a gangsta, you ridin' with a roller
Wagon wheel, cabbage patchy, pushing a stroller
Don't show holsters, unless he pullin' the toasters
Is that fish dead? Oh yes, he's a floater
Full of holes and I stay in rooms, full of hoes
Got Tyler lien to them all like Pinocchio, grow a nose
[Tyler]
Once upon a time, there was a boy that could rap
Rap, rap, let me talk my crap
Like snow
Like everything I feel
The world keeps turning
My hands
My hands are all I see
No path under my feet
I'm falling
I'm falling
One light
One light in all this time
The world keeps turning
I try
I try my best to see
And it follows me
It's calling
It's calling
Like snow
Like everything I feel
The world keeps turning
My hands
My hands are all I see
No path under my feet
I'm falling
Sweet talkin' jive
Still lookin' fine
She's got the reputation catcher of your eye
Secrets align
Behind her smile
Evening arives
Reveals her crimes
Watch yer tounge
Makes you wanna cry
Alone she is not that shy
Like a sin she comes alive
She begins to draw the line
From within the takes you down
Like a storm wind sweeping by
She is one of few
A bit too rude
The fatal tragedy calling out on you
Sense of my voice
Her toxic toyz
That's all she wears
Her lust for nightmares
Watch yer tounge
Makes you wanna cry
Alone she is not that shy
Like a sin she comes alive
She begins to draw the line
From within the takes you down
Like a storm wind sweeping by
Sinner she's gone wild
Sinner she makes you smile
Like a sin she comes alive
She begins to draw the line
From within the takes you down