You need a good man in your life (So true) Without a good man in your life (It ain't cool) But with a good man in your life (You can't lose) Who need
Need A Good Man In You're Life So True Without A Good Man In Your Life It Ain't Cool But With A Good Man In You're Life You Can't Lose Who Need A Good
Перевод: Джо. Man In Your Life.
You Need A Good Man In You're Life So True Without A Good Man In Your Life It Ain't Cool But With A Good Man In You're Life You Can't Lose Who Need A
passin' niggas around like a game of ball This is my third felony plus my third strike man I ain't goin' home I got 25 to Life. QU New York, you try
, get your top chopped like a lollipop Come with Maserati drop, in the body shot Get your mommy knocked, and your Uncle Tommy molli-wopped I take your life
the composer, writer of murder, the odor leakin out of your body, temperature is gettin colder But you sweatin and dizzy like a person who ain't sober Realizin your life
that nigga that brings the icing Disregard your whole identity and revoke your driver's licence You know I blast in your ass real fast Got your bladder
your mind, please Aiy! Aiyyo-yo-yo, yo! Let me fuck up your mind On time, showin, you the, rhythm as I get wreck and get raw Yeah I be the man, comin
rapper] Damnit baby, let me talk to ya Fly, put your cell back in your purse, let me tell you why A nigga like me gotta be in your life Damn this evening
nine millimeter go BANG! [*sample - "Joe" by Jackie Moore] Does anybody know... Joe... [Fat Joe] This is death to Fat Joe, birth of Cook Sing to 'em niggaz ["Joe
Joe I can see loneliness, heading my way The light, of love has blown out (it's a new day y'all) Now your shadow's gone away, you took awayyyyy [Fat Joe
tone Steady plottin on takin ya home Gettin all inside of your dome, makin you moan You shoulda known (It's like Candy) As I'm seein you here, Mommy I know your
's the time, you know the place Cuffed in the room with the two-way glass Detects in effect cold doggin' my ass "What's your date of birth?", "What's your
2 - Lil Wayne] Bad up, bad man no take my daughter Hear gunshot army don't make my card I'ma fear no man, I'ma fear no one I'm in a real life slum when
your nose Joe, can you play a little bit over there? Come on, now Pee Wee I'm not gonna ask you to play, Jack 'Cause your horn is too big Man, you got
