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Albums:

A Tribute to Jennifer Lopez (The United Girls of R&B) · Jennifer Lopez & Destiny's Child (Hutchinson, Hutch) · A Tribute to Jennifer Lopez (The United Girls of R&B) · Smooth Sax Tribute to Jennifer Lopez (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Trini Lopez at PJ's (Trini Lopez) · The Best of Trini Lopez [GNP] (Trini Lopez) · Trini Lopez at PJ's (Trini Lopez) · Very Best of Trini Lopez: The Reprise Years (Trini Lopez) · Trini Lopez in London (Trini Lopez) · Lopez (Metaphorically) (808 State) – and 90 other albums »


Now if I give you me 
This is how its got to be 
First of all I won't take you cheating on me 
Baby who can I trust if I can't trust in you
esta loco,
Yo me lo como como pastelito coco
I get on stupid on a beach, she wowo
I got mamis, mamis by the boatload
Yo tengo la carne, y ella el mojo
Jenny, mira que esta loco, 
Yo me lo como como pastelito coco
I get on stupid on a beach, she wowo
I got mamis, mamis by the boatload
Yo tengo la
and smile
Oh, Jennifer, you know I always tried
Before you say goodbye

Leave the bourbon on the shelf
And I'll drink it by myself
And I love you
the nookie.
I got rhymes like Jennifer Lopez gots ass.
Slap the backboard like Shaq as I dunk off a pass.

[Chorus]

1, 2, 1, 2, here we go.
I
o.k. with you 
Deserted isle style middle of winter with no bed 
I'll comfort you like you were Jennifer Lopez 
You get what you deserve if I said we
ricky ricardo, I hit them with the bobbaloo
"yo yo man I'm on your deric boo for real"
combination of Salma Hayek and Jennifer Lopez
ain't nothing like
cop back
Is it ya motion causing all this commotion?
Forget niggaz you even got bitches approaching
Who am I? I'm just a kid from the Bronx
If you
by ya charm and ya arm
But I'm looking for the one
Have you seen her
My psychic told me she have a ass like Serena
Trina, Jennifer Lopez, four kids
see your career going sky high
Taking you home to the crib, in the Chi
And everytime I see your thighs, I cry when I drive by
Watching you should be
high
Taking you home to the crib, in the Chi
And everytime I see your thighs, I cry when I drive by
Watching you should be a thrill, got the fellas
With a baby Louis Vuitton
Under her underarm
She said I can tell you ROC
I can tell by ya charm
Far as girls you got a flock
I can tell by ya charm
we both got
Better things to do
I'll hold your hand
Or shall we dance together
It's so hard to choose

Every time we hear
The whole world rushing by
I
a change in rap, well fool we be that
And all you bitch niggas best to ease back

Now I write rhymes as dope as Jennifer Lopez
Words, beautify blank
cop back
Is it ya motion causing all this commotion?
Forget niggaz you even got bitches approaching
Who am I? I'm just a kid from the Bronx
If you
high
Taking you home to the crib, in the Chi
And everytime I see your thighs, I cry when I drive by
Watching you should be a thrill, got the fellas
then again
Till that perfect take
You?ve got the leading roll
In love?s greatest episode
Unzip you dress now baby
Before I hit the door
I?ll be all up in
They sell posters of girls washing cars and unicorns and stars
Guns and roses album covers 
They've got most of the barney dvds coffee mugs and tee's
shit
Without Denver, I’m going to November
Earth, wind, fire, I’m all for September
George Lopez puto, you remember
Now I'm stalked by bankers
home to the crib in the Chi and everytime I see your thighs I cry when i drive by,
Watch it you should bring a thrill, got tha fellas on some Johnny
see your career going sky high
Taking you home to the crib, in the Chi
And everytime I see your thighs, I cry when I drive by
Watching you should be
betrayed me now

You're too proud to call
Guess I never knew you at all
You stoop low
I got high
Tonight

Lally la, she trips and stumbles
Go see Alice in
a little lace.
And you make me feel fine.
Warm as the mountain sunshine
On the edge of the snow line
In a meadow of columibine.

Oh little Jennifer, I'd give
off, now he fiendin'
The need for drugs got his ass stealin'
He asks you for pocket change and cigarettes every time you see him
White shit around his
moves on a da-ate
 Sometimes I'm fishin' for some friction
 Is ya bitin' the bait
 On the 6 with Jennifer Lopez yo we gotsta get da papes

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