Lyrics:
bout to pop
Then, Roc-A-Fella y'all, it's your boy S. Dot
And I ain't never been to jail, I ain't never pay a nigga
To do no dirt for me I was scared
Je t'ai dit il fait chaud
Tu m'répondis pour sûr
Tu m'en avais dit trop
Ça m'a fait un'morsur'...
REFRAIN
Pour sûr. Qu'est-c' que tu dis ?
J't'ai pas
it (whaaaaaaaaaaaat?)
[Jay-Z]
Watch on arm, rims on tire
Hov' in the studio, the roof's on fire {Yeah!}
S. Carter kicks on my feet {Woo!}
- „Das M“
Und Mister Tropf - „Das T
Und Fidjikris - „Das C“
Und Foxy Music - „Foxy“
Soundsystem
Was los? Wir sind im Haus heut' Nacht
Haben
Mike Ovitz
Michael S. Ovitz
Mike Ovitz, I wanna be
Mike Ovitz
Michael S. Ovitz
Mike Ovitz, I wanna be
Why can't I be Michael Ovitz?
I
director in Bromsgrove. He's a freemason,
And prospective Tory MP.. that's Mr S. of Bromsgrove...
?3,000...
SUPERIMPOSED CAPTION: '?3000' (which flashes
Woo
Storch (oh)
S. Dot (yeah)
Ooh oh
The dynamic duo
Wo-womp, womp, wo-womp, womp, wo-womp, wo-womp
It's what your body sayin'
Wo-womp,
I'm still standing
By bishop Paul S. Morton
I'm still standing
I'm still trusting
I'm still holding on to what I believe
Still motivated
Maximum pleasure
For the gal dem at my leisure
S.P. say so
Ah di Imperial serial for the gal dem material
Alright
Yo, yo
[Chorus]
Girl I'm
kommst nicht an mich ran (brrah)
Bin im Studio mit S. und deine Bitch macht mich an (gib ihm)
Ich bin coolio, Digga, doch keine Bitch auf mei'm Schwanz
on the stage, start reelin' off
Yo, when I'm goin', better see me off
Well, not everybody's gonna be the boss
If you look into my face, gonna see a boss
If
it (whaaaaaaaaaaaat?)
[Jay-Z]
Watch on arm, rims on tire
Hov' in the studio, the roof's on fire {Yeah!}
S. Carter kicks on my feet {Woo!}
come for ya, bless bless
Metallic green paint on the apala the S.S
And I figured the more niggaz dead the less stress
You love how I'm hurtin
to bed
I get down on my knees
And thank god
I'm a secret agent man
* secret agent man
Secret agent man
They've given me a number
But they've taken
to bed
I get down on my knees
And thank God
I'm a secret agent man
Secret agent man
Secret agent man
They've given me a number
But they've taken
wanna throw
It could be time for a holiday
On the S. O. F. or a Spanish isle
Too much comes too soon
Money doesn't buy you anything good
No love can be
High up in the Hollywood Hills taking violet pills
Writing all of my songs about my cheap thrills
You're a hard man to love and I'm
A hard woman
Lady love
LOU RAWLS
(V. Gray - S. Marshall)
Lady love, your love is peaceful
Like the summer's breeze
My lady love, with love that's tender
Blam!
Bang bang baby!
Yeah, Terror Squad style
Trizzie, check it out now
Yo, I'm rated X in sex, I flex like Lex Lugor
So who's next to get
Do you ever get the feelin' that you got to get away
It's a sympton of the fever all across the U. S. A.
My family doctor told me "son the flu is
waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!
Well baybe I'm uter foll and i fell to grow She measured hole de foll now and she cleaned my nose.
I looked so peaseful and i looked so
or dey might be on my chain
I'm looking good, I'm dress good, I feel good
I stay right between S. A. and Hillwood
Cloverland on da map I know you know that
World Of Smiles
Berlin
Pleasure Victim
I'm thinking
Faces changing pictures come to mind
Try to change the subject
Sensation
Stare reveal
dance likea pig tail .
My world dance shattor waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!
Well baybe I'm uter foll and i fell to grow She measured hole de foll now and she
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