Lyrics:
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Not trippin' ah, my tree, for the mental geometry
Just Cool J, that's me, I'm dangerous
"I need a beat"
Yeah I made it, don't
Somebody stole the D.J
. Who or why I had no clue
But I knew what I had to do
No eat no sleep, just work
Then walked past this fly mini-skirt
I had to dis
J'ai cherché
J'ai cherché
J'ai cherché
J'ai cherché
J'ai cherché
J'ai cherché
J'ai cherché
Oh darling
Take me by the arm
I need guidance
I'm not
Yeah
Well I did woke up this mornin'
And I looks out my door-oor
Hey, I could tell my milkcow
I could tell by the way she lows
So if you see...
Death Row Eastside Party
[2Pac]
Nigga you young! {Echoes}
[Nate Dogg]
No one does it better! {Echoes}
[Nate Dogg]
No one throws a Eastside
Baby, I'm back by popular demand
Bitch, I'm back by popular demand
I did not come to play with you hoes
I came to slay, bitch
Y'all haters
by step
Tu sei ancora che aspetti
La tua vita che è bluff
In studio bro no break
nadie responde
a nadie le importa
Duerme why sueña
que es sólo una más es otra más
caen estrellas
terribles why bellas Dios dirá
No one hears
Con J. J. Cale
Rosa de Lima, prima lejana
Lengua de gato, bicarbonato de porcelana
Dolor de muelas, pan de centeno
Hasta las suelas de mi zapatos
Wake up, no make up
Wake up, no make up
Wake up, no make up
Wake up, then turn up
MA bag, Prada bag, I don't even know
Louis on, J's on, I
Back when I was nothin'
You made a brother feel like he was somethin' (by)
That's why I'm with you to this day, boo, no frontin'
Even when the skies
Si el ritmo te lleva a mover la cabeza ya empezamos cómo es
Mi música no discrimina a nadie así que vamos a romper
Con lo mío todos se mueven
La
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime
You better
No more games, I'ma change what you
publicity! And the take is vast!
Free publicity!
ANDRE
But we have no cast . . .
FIRMIN
But Andre,
have you seen the queue?
Oh, it seems you've got one too .
one called "I Know"
Don't forget the "Mashed Potatoe"
no other songs will do
So, Mister, Mr. D.J.
keep those records playing
cause I'm having
such
home alive
She warned against his loss of sleep
And driving fast in that old heap
And that he had to be at work by five
B.J. the D.J. you're living much
that's my lunch
Ru-ru-run your motherfuckin' pockets when I come
It's an honor to be robbed by Denise's only son
Yeah, give a ready baby boy, beta
AWAY IN A MANGER
Writer W.J. Kirkpatrick
Away in a manger, no crib for His bed, The little Lord Jesus laid down His sweet head, The stars in the sky
necesito a nadie mas
Podre resistir
Voy a poder seguir
Lo hare por mi
Sera mi gloria personal
Nadie, ni tu, me la podra quitar
Acepta la verdad, no
New ones walking down the stairs
Pretty young thing but no-one cares
Jo the waiter drops the tray
Do you always know your name
Jo the waiter
ones walking down the stairs
Pretty young thing but no-one cares
Jo the waiter drops the tray
Do you always know your name
Jo the waiter smiled
to get by
Well the P.D.'s they won't play the record
They're too worried about that book
And the D.J's they all hate the song
But they're in love with
J-J-J-J-J-Just wanna be your girl
J-J-J-J-J-J-Just wanna be your..
Don't wanna change it
Aah, aah, aah
They know I ain't no saint, I ain't no
one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime
You better
No more games, I'ma change what you call rage
Tear
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