that Our love could be perfect And that's what I feel for you And don't you forget that That you're more than worth it And that's what I feel for you I feel
And That's What I Feel For You And Don't You Forget That That You're More Than Worth It And That's What I Feel For You I Feel Like Ali When He Shook
Перевод: Джо. Feel For You.
That's What I Feel For You And Don't You Forget That That You're More Than Worth It And That's What I Feel For You I Feel Like Ali When He Shook Up The
inside (Wyclef) (Juvenile) You got me fucked up I'm innocent look I ain't do this shit you don't want to hear my side but you believin' that bitch You
your fucking feet till you get to squishing a hoe It's panda-monium [? ] when you see him, damn Baby you look good you're giving me wood You should pull
rumadai I wanna take you from Paris to San Francisco you and I ruma rumadai Verse: Bonjour, l'amour, I'll take you on a long sejour Hola, que tal Maria You
like my name is Joe Bazooka I'm a super-dooper MC party pooper On a track so slick it'll make you feel all queasy Make you do like Fred Sanford with "
a prayer for you, I'll save a prayer.... for you, for you, for you. I'll save a prayer. Did you ever feel like you need shelter, did you ever feel like you
C Brown, C Brown where the fuck you at, dun? Aiyo Milo, Milo and the dance, where the fuck you at, nigga? Aiyo aiyo Dinco, where you at, son? Where the
funny stuff You ain't gone fuck me to spend my money up Nah, I can't have it boo But girl do what you do I ain't mad at you Nah, 'cuz I got since to know
the cage. Never, these rappers gonna stay in trouble. Get the US Open, like we playing doubles. Hustle for the prettiest green. Make sure you're wide
sent to prison You know me homey the chromey's itchin' Leave you holy if you rollin' with some bad intentions Fit the pussy Then again you know that
Fifty me, Fifty, he's the fakest that you've ever seen Curtis, Curtis Jackson, how come you can never been seen Once I got you, I'm gonna get give you
wit'chall Hmmmmmmm, hmmmmmmm You're lookin like you need a reason to smile You're lookin kind of... welll, lookin kind of right Has anyone ever told you you
poppin my niggaz (Cook, yo) I got a shotty my niggaz (oh, Lord) I feel sorry for your mudda, give a fuck what you say Spin your head back, promote you
