Fat Joe feat. R. Kelly lyrics
Fat Joe feat. R. Kelly lyrics
"We Thuggin Lyrics"
Mama Don't Lyrics
Yeah, Mama don't allow no guitar playing 'round here Yeah, Mama don't allow no guitar playing 'round here I don't care what mama don't allow I'll play my guitar anyhow Mama don't allow no guitar playing 'round here Hey, Mama don't allow no bass in this place Yeah, Mama don't allow no bass in this place I don't care what mam
Yeah, Mama don't allow no guitar playing 'round here Yeah, Mama don't allow no guitar playing 'round here I don't care what mama don't allow I'll play my guitar anyhow Mama don't allow no guitar playing 'round here Hey, Mama don't allow no bass in this place Yeah, Mama don't allow no bass in this place I don't care what mam
Fat Joe feat. R. Kelly
We Thuggin
Yea, uh, uh (Fat Joe and the R)
That shit y'all (Breakin shit down)
Shake that, funky, funky, funky (Yeah)
Sticky, icky, icky - yeah uh
I got that shit y'all
I got that shit y'all
Uh yo yo
[Fat Joe]
Crackman and I'm at it again
Niggas had they run, now it's time for change
When we step in the club, nigga tuck ya chain
Got the mink on - same color the Range
Uh, pour liqour for my nigga that's gone
Big Pun! Then we party like we just came home
Fuck a bitch if she act to grown
I don't need that shit, I got my wife at home
Uh words slurrin, dirty urine
Dancin with shorty and her friend keep flirtin
I don't always crush two but tonight seems certain
Party hard like "Fuck all y'all!"
Bottles in the air like we stuck up the bar
Terror Squad man you know who we are
Cruise through ya block and them drop-top Bentley Azures
[Chorus - R. Kelly]
Yeah, we thuggin, rollin on dubs and,
Off up in the club, whylin like what
Got Cris' on pop, Henny wit no chaser, mami don't stop
Throwin up six o'clock, plus I got four hun-nies in the drop
And my man Joe's got the keys to the spot
And it's full with hunnies, panties with no tops
We take a puff of
Veronica (Nederlandse Versie) Lyrics
Veronica, Veronica Waar is je blauwe hoed Je liefste is gaan zoeken Maar zoekt jouw lief wel goed Jouw liefste is verdwenen Misschien zie je hem weer In de morgen Veronica, Veronica Jouw liefste zei vaarwel Maar 's avonds in het donker Dan komen tranen snel Dan ben je eens zo
'dro and be aightVeronica, Veronica Waar is je blauwe hoed Je liefste is gaan zoeken Maar zoekt jouw lief wel goed Jouw liefste is verdwenen Misschien zie je hem weer In de morgen Veronica, Veronica Jouw liefste zei vaarwel Maar 's avonds in het donker Dan komen tranen snel Dan ben je eens zo
[Fat Joe]
Yea uh, yea yea yo
Everybody wanna know where the crib's at
Niggas just now gettin ice, so we get that
Mami starin at me like she wanna get kidnapped
Money lookin happy with his wife but we triz that
Along with Lisa, Aisha, Shonda, Renee
Even ran through the dorms down in Morgan State
In Miami, pool-party off the chain
Gettin brains in the water on Memorial Day
Uh, grand-mami all cool and shit
It's ya birthday, show me what I'm foolin with
Like no doubt, pokin doll out, pull ya g-string down south
Owww! Pass that, give shorty a shot
Soon enough we gon' see if she naughty or not
I'm on E f
Gefhle Lyrics
Seit dem du weg bist, hab ich's nur geahnt die Freiheit, die ich spr, ist anders geplant. ein dunkler Engel wacht jetzt ber mich baby, alles was ich fhl', es erscheint in neuem Licht bitte glaube mir, es fllt mir nicht leicht immer zu wissen du bist fort, baby dich gibt's nicht mehr (dich gibt's nicht mehr) denn fr mi
elin ready and hot, I give 'em twenty a popSeit dem du weg bist, hab ich's nur geahnt die Freiheit, die ich spr, ist anders geplant. ein dunkler Engel wacht jetzt ber mich baby, alles was ich fhl', es erscheint in neuem Licht bitte glaube mir, es fllt mir nicht leicht immer zu wissen du bist fort, baby dich gibt's nicht mehr (dich gibt's nicht mehr) denn fr mi
You wanna roll, leave the panties atop
[Chorus - R. Kelly]
[RK] Fat Joe, R. Kelly we proper
[FJ] Yeah, Terror Squad, Rockland what the fuck what
[RK] Fat Joe, R. Kelly we proper
[FJ] Uh, uh, Rockland, Terror Squad what the fuck what
[Both] Some of these kids is doin they own thing
But none of these kids stack chips like us
Some of these cats is doin they own thing
But none of these cats run tricks like us
[Chorus - R. Kelly]
[Fat Joe]
Haha, yeah uh
You know what this is
Chi-town - BX
What the fuck what?
Out...