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I love bad b****es that's my f***in' problem (Problem)
And yeah I like to f*** I got a f***in' problem (True)
I love bad b****es that's my f
screw and common knew
We had b****es by the dozens "huh" we f***in' cousins
You can throw ya middle finger if ya feel me loc
A n**** just got paid
the dough and think about me
Oh yeah

Do re mi fa so la ti
Lets get together and make whoopee
A b c d e f g
Cupids shootin' arrows straight by me

Do
Get the f*** up out my dressing room, confusing me with questions
Like

Do you love this s***?
Are you high right now?
Do you ever get nervous?
Are you
Get the f*** up out my dressing room, confusing me with questions
Like

Do you love this s***?
Are you high right now?
Do you ever get nervous?
Are you
night) 
We both know it's wrong 
But f**** it cause it feels right

Love me tonight girl, We won't meet again
Don't fight the feeling, Cause love
And get stuck

That's how n****s
Get f***ed up

No love at home
With your in-folks
And the world just keeps
F***ing with your mental
And all these
62 in 1959
-Words and Music by J. Leslie McFarland and Aaron H. Schroeder


(Ooh)
They did the Wang Dang Taffy-Apple Tango
They did the Wang Dang
J'peux pas t'laisser sans être sûr qu't'aies totalement compris man
J'peux pas t'laisser écouter cet album puis t'voir encore au même stade bro
Artist: Fat Joe f/ Armageddon, Tony Sunshine
Album: Loyalty
Song: All I Need
Typed by: y_c_brat@yahoo.com
[Talking: Fat Joe]
Cool & Dre
Who you
on the airwave and it's yours, pick the heart of your choice.
Friends and lovers, give a call, make a match - by the sound of a voice.

Why-o-you-n-g -f
Do-re-mi-fa-so-la-ti
Let's get together & make whoopee
A-B-C-D-E-F-G
Cupid shootin' arrows 3 by 3
Do-re-mi-fa-so-la-ti
Forget about the do-re & think about me
Do-re-mi-fa-so-la-ti
Let's get together & make whoopee
A-B-C-D-E-F-G
Cupid shootin' arrows 3 by 3
Do-re-mi-fa-so-la-ti
Forget about the do-re & think about me
(instrumental) 

Do-re-mi-fa-so-la-ti 
Let's get together & make whoopee 
A-B-C-D-E-F-G 
Cupid shootin' arrows 3 by 3 
Do-re-mi-fa-so-la-ti 
Forget about
V' de quoi s'péter les cervicales
J'vous enfonce le mic' Hernie Discale
R.O.H.2F. il pleut du cristal
J'éteins les étoiles, marche sur leur
they wanna mention me
Or rather mention us, me or Scott La Rock
But they can get bust get robbed, get dropped
I don't play around nor do I F around
never going to give up on that
Big romantic stuff

_________________________________________________
*Written by Bob Geldof
*Taken from the album entitled
Take you to the finest, masseuse
And we can get loose, sleigh la bouche styles
Get wild, I'll bet I leave your ass with a smile
Always a mouse,
Et quand je regarde ma vie, je me dis "C'est la folie"
Je repense au bâtiment F, aux frères de Mantes-La-Jolie
Aux grands qu'on a perdu, aux drames,
Definitely the oldest song on the album, it was originally recorded on our first album (1990), In Love With The Greenery, when we played under
Ban-banlieue Sale, Ha-hall F, je sors du poste, kiffe mon couplet
Devant la te-boî kainri, ta mme-fe kiffe mon coupé
Graille tu pe-ra que t'es
F*** rap, I've been rich, crack by my stick shift
Oxy like concerts, always my bread first
GetMine my nickname, O-X and cocaine
Nina my new thing,
Weezy F. Baby and the "F" is for a bunch of s***
Red drank, blue pill, white dust
Yes I love my country b****.

[Chorus]

Wish you could get rid
but I will fight til the ending
This will not be a battle, might not turn out okay
You know you look so Seattle but you feel so LA

And I love
a scene from the Queen La La
Lovely and lyrically loose
But lady like
I'm too slick to slip up or get tricked by the shady type
Chomps y'all talk