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Up all night
Ooh za za
Ooh staying up all night

African jungle
Big city street
The only real difference is in
The people you meet

Up all night
Ooh
Up all night
Ooh za za
Ooh staying up all night

African jungle
Big city street
The only real difference is in
The people you meet

Up all night
Ooh
of it, the sway and swing of it
But every time he tried to hold her
She'd shake and shout "Olé", (Olé) then go the other way

Now all night long he did
wrappers faster,
Platinum patrone splasher, fuck cris, spit atcha,
I call it rich ignorant laughter,
Black American express card all grey now, its
it
But your publishing should go to Mrs. Wallace
Honest. Stealing +BIG+ shit, he made 2 albums, you wildin'
And he can't dress dog who styled 'em
it
But your publishing should go to Mrs. Wallace
Honest. Stealing +BIG+ shit, he made 2 albums, you wildin
And he can't dress dog who styled 'em
It was
[sample of "If and When" by The Three Degrees + Fat Joe]
I can see loneliness, heading my way
The light, of love has blown out (it's a new day
[sample of "If and When" by The Three Degrees + Fat Joe]
I can see loneliness, heading my way
The light, of love has blown out (it's a new day
And grandpa he'd play that fiddle all night long
Now the women folk they would work out in the kitchen
You could smell that food for miles and miles around
planned out perfect
In case y'all niggaz got to get murdered

A Mastermind
Sleeps at night, real easy
A Mastermind
'Cause everything he does is by
[sample of "If and When" by The Three Degrees + Fat Joe]
I can see loneliness, heading my way
The light, of love has blown out (it's a new day
Back at'cha
How we do
Primo, Jigga-Man
History in the making
Let's go

Uhh, uh-huh-uh-UHH
Uh-huh-uh-uhh, uhh
I spit the murder-murder-murderous
Back at'cha
How we do
Primo, Jigga-man
History in the making
Let's go

Uhh, uh huh uh uhh
Uh huh uh uhh, uhh
I spit the murder, murder,
logical fuck an obstical bitch
How can I make twelve albums
All them gold and platinum's
And I am still clowin'
It ain't hard
I used to be a broke
Uh, roll another I've been at it all night long
Uh, bedroom, bad bitch, bright white thong
Uh, but she's dark like the color of my heart is
Uh, and I
all ready know what it is)

Thank god for those days, thank god for those nights
Though it might seem wrong thank god for that white
They use
said a rhyme by putting candles on my cake
I just came from the bank (you said a rhyme?) A rhyme so funny
A song about the line so long they all gave
Artist: Flesh-N-Bone f/ Big Punisher, Fat Joe
Album: T.H.U.G.S. (Trues Humbly United Gatherin' Souls)
Song: No Mercy

[Fat Joe]
Yeah, real
[DJ Clue]
Yeah, the world famous DJ Clue
Desert Storm
Jump off Joe Buddens, on top
This go out to all my niggaz
You ain't gotta chain, but you got
by Nicki Minaj
    Ha Ha Lyrics
    by Fat Joe
    Bittersweet Lyrics
    by Fantasia
    July Lyrics
    by Drake
    Superbad Lyrics
    by
go out with me
Now I'm a big celebrity
All around the world
With a million girls
At my party

From London to LA
I own a few cafe's
I ain't
Girls 
by Dizzee Rascal 
Album : Showtime 

Marga Man: Yo, i dunno...marga man here. with the raskit; dizzee rascal. 
Yo, walkin through
the tabloids

Gonzo: Say Rizzo, is there any of that meatloaf left?

Rizzo: Nah, the was some big guy in there. I guess he ate it all.
tapes hit the store, they sell so quick
You can tell by my big fat royalty check
It's just a Dangerous thing when I'm on the mic
And the local police
snoring all night I can't sleep (hehe)
Call that big butt nurse with the long hair to come suck my dick
(Bad Boy Big, c'mon)

The doctor said I need