Lyrics:
Hey, hey
Mmm, mmm
Nuhh, uhhhhhhhhhhhhh
I'm surrounded by my friends
Eddie the sheep
Carol the donkey
Rasputia the parakeet
Oh don't forget Joe the cow
I
Mami im sorry i know i probably broke your heart im just like papi
i hope this apology hears your stars like miaki
you stood by me right from the start
i
you hit it gonna break my bumper)
if you hit gonna break my bumper
(Voltio)
rompe menea el bumper
con el permiso caballero no estorben
esa mami patea
she wouldn't give it away
See
Honey was offended by the pick up line
Honey was offended by the pick up line
When Joe the superhoe said, "Baby
joins Cowboy Joe
With a hey and a ho and a do-si-do
I say, "Hey, who's going my way
On that Great Alaska Highway?"
West Palm Beach and Cheech and Rae
turnin' round, homeward bound,
Can't you hear 'em humming,
Happy times are coming for to stay - hey!
We'll be home tonight by the light of the silvery
to the code I'll never tell
I ain't told on nobody except myself
I'll never fold I will prevail
I do this for the ones dead or locked in cells
You live by
of love
Just knock three times and whisper low
That you and I were sent by Joe
Then strike a match and you will know
You're in Hernando's Hideaway
of love
Just knock three times and whisper low
That you and I were sent by Joe
Then strike a match and you will know
You're in Hernando's Hideaway
Mami mami
Turning heads in the party
She wanna get naughty naughty
She's a fire starter
Mami mami
Turning heads in the party
She wanna get naughty
sellin' ya pride
You motherfuckers need to know that
[Chorus]
Hey Joe
We gon' ball like dogs but keep it gangsta nigga
I'm a guerilla
thug, love
[Angie - over end of hook]
Yo, hey yo, uhh
Yo, yo, yo-yo, uhh
Aiyyo I met him at a club, spendin dubs, Mr. Superthug
Pulled up with
a girl with a low body count
But hey, who's counting
He wants her to have the body of a Miss Venezuela
But kept under wraps like a nun Ave Maria
Out there
[Greg Nice] Hella hella hella 1997 style, hey hey hey hey
What what? Hey hey hey hey
Hey hey hey hey hey hey
[Busta Rhymes] Greg Nice, Busta
[ intro: fat joe ]
Yeah yeah
Terror squad what-what
Cuban link what-what
'99, baby
[ verse 1: cuban link ]
Yo ladi-dadi, mami, I love to party
Plus
mami's the chills
Bitch please! and you ain't never seen a hotter nigga in the game
12 years selling records by the mill, see'mon now
Let's work (huh
Cuéntale, que te conocí bailando, y como don yo soy mejor que él.
Que tú eres mía, desde hace rato y lo de ustedes se quedó en papel
Coro
Uh mami
And all my homies gonna ride today
And all these mami's look fly today
And all we wanna do is get by today, hey
We're gonna have a good day
And ain't
BABY ALOCATE – LATINOS
Latinos represent
CORO
Dale Mami Muévete, que no quiero tomar break
La locura every way ven baby alócate
(Bis)
I ESTROFA
I'm addicted to money
(Hey)
I'm addicted to money
It''s the son of the preacher, but raised by the dope lady
Talkin' get money, pimp hard so niggas
Mami you miss me don't you?
Haters wish you? could hit me don't you?
Heh, you should call me uncle
I understand I'm back by popular demand
That new
fleet, with missile seekers
Cause G.I. Joe's a John Doe, ass beat with some street sweepers
Hold the heaters, want a war? Bless the butcher
Glad
Our dad
Would send us to our room
He'd be the voice of doom
He said that we would thank him later
All day
He was solid as a rock
But by eight
Our dad
would send us to our room
he'd be the voice of doom
he said that we would thank him later
all day
he was solid as a rock
but by eight
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