Don't wanna be a player Don't wanna be a player Don't wanna be a player Don't wanna be a player Don't wanna be Don't wanna be a player no more I think
Don't wanna be a player Don't wanna be a player Don't wanna be a player Don't wanna be a player Don't wanna be.. 1- Don't wanna be a player no more I
Перевод: Джо. Не хочу быть игроком.
Перевод: Джо. Не хочу быть игроком [DVD Track].
: Don't wanna be a player Don't wanna be a player Don't wanna be a player Don't wanna be a player Don't wanna be.. 1- Don't wanna be a player no more
Don't wanna be a player Don't wanna be a player Don't wanna be a player Don't wanna be a player Don't wanna be.. 1- Don't wanna be a player no more
Joe I could care less if a cat gotta lay on his back, yo So, I don't owe y'all niggaz And y'all might be aight but I don't know y'all niggaz I mean, it
a little more my way But baby I don't dance not that I can't there's a pistol in my pants [Chorus: Fat Joe] Said my niggaz don't dance we just pull up
sit? Thanks, now I don't mean to objectify But this the metaphore that crossed my mind You sweet, good enough to eat Make a brother wanna TLC--Creep A brother can't
been a pimp my whole life, so I'm addicted to ho's They feelin' on the big dipper, let 'em play with a stop But they don't wanna fuck me, they wanna fuck
about a hot beat, a hot beat It's about a hot beat, a hot beat A hot hot hot beat And a catchy hook A hot hot hot beat And a catchy hook Nobody gives
good God Don't play so much, uh Don't be so mean Like about that cold sweat You came out, look here Red, man, what kind of horn you play? A trombone,
' on a block of stone Way over in the corner weepin' all alone The warden said, "Hey, buddy, don't you be no square If you can't find a partner use a
it Get it, don't think about it The game is bad playa, ain't it bad playa? Don't worry, Joey'll change it back playa Might of heard me spittin' wit Cain and Fab playa
Joe)] Hello... (Coca) Aloha... (Cribs Mania) It's Love... (Yeah) Turn the lights on! [Chorus - Pleasure P (Fat Joe)] I ain't gotta lie, so don't even
fickle, we ain't promised to play The last of the greats, pay homage to me [Joe Budden:] If my past had a encore, it be like a onslaught A lot of niggas
outta my league tryna play with my balls I pay bills, I work hard And when my momma cried a river, they never gave us a bridge They gave us a bridge
