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Leña Verde y Muchos Éxitos Más (La Autoridad de la Sierra) · Leña Verde y Muchos Éxitos Más (La Autoridad de la Sierra) · Mas, Mas, Mas Rock (Charly García) · 867-5309/Jenny (Tommy Tutone) · Jenny Burton (Jenny Burton) · Jenny Ondioline, Pt. 2 (Stereolab) · Jenny Ondioline, Pt. 1 (Stereolab) · Jenny from the Block [Australia CD] (Jennifer Lopez) · Jenny Don't Be Hasty, Pt. 2 (Paolo Nutini) · Every Breath: The Jenny Phillips Collection (Jenny Phillips) – and 90 other albums »


of her own
She won't tell her ma when she gets home
Let them all come as they will
It's Albert Mooney she loves still

I'll tell me ma, when I get
own,
She won't tell her Ma when she gets home.
Let them all come as they will
For it's Albert Mooney she loves still.

I'll tell me Ma when I go home,
own,
She won't tell her Ma when she gets home.
Let them all come as they will
For it's Albert Mooney she loves still.

I'll tell me Ma when I go home,
And she'll get her own lad by and by.
When she gets a lad of her own,
She won't tell her Ma when she goes home
Let them all come as they will
For it's
tell her ma when she gets home
Let them all come as they will
For it's Albert Mooney, she loves still
own
She won't tell her Ma when she gets home
Let them all come as they may
But it's Albert Mooney she loves still

She is handsome, she is pretty
own,
She won't tell her Ma when she gets home.
Let them all come as they will
For it's Albert Mooney she loves still.

I'll tell me Ma when I go home,
And she'll get her own lad by and by
When she gets a lad of her own
She won't tell her ma till she comes home
Let them all come as they will
For it's
Rent thirty days late, gotta be gone by Saturday
Tired of sellin' cocaine, folks tryna trap me
Every night dreamin 'bout livin' life lavish
Rent thirty days late, gotta be gone by Saturday
Tired of sellin' cocaine, folks tryna trap me
Every night dreamin 'bout livin' life lavish
A watch
got me doing, baby? 

(Meet me at the hotel room)
I'ma bring my girlfriends
Meet me at the hotel room
I'ma bring my girlfriends
(Meet me
live
In the bedroom all day and all of the night
Let's ride

Forget about your boyfriend
And meet me at the hotel room

I'ma bring my girlfriends
So meet
keep boppin, you face out, with purple tracin 
I put you out, we can end this at the gas station 
Let's do this now, not impressed, I'ma show you how
your're the chosen (you're the chosen)
Sayin time you're in trouble (you in trouble)
Mama told me stay up by that corner (at that corner)
Thank God that we
First of all id like to dedicate this song to all the vatos from San Diego. Straight out the 6 1 9 with a rhyme and to all my homies doing time dont
saves que girl you got me all ?
Your fine
And your a perty as chicana
Spend the night, I'll take you home in the manana
Di que si baby doll
Get in my
the woods
With Nic and Nappy Roots and blazin' that good good
Lord I'ma tell you we're doin' it just right
Got my Playboy bunny right by my side
This is me
My eye for your eye, that's what the pages read
By any means necessary, that's what Malcolm said
So I'ma a roll like a 20 inch mo-mo
Fuck a lot
This is your life, yo
You got ups and you got downs, man
You got downs and you got ups
We all go through the same thing on different days, man