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Don't have a name face hidden New green shoes in the mirror Just a booth away from flying In the subway looking down Comb the dye from your hair out
Перевод: Джо 90. Super Hero.
Перевод: Николс, Джо. Super Электрические.
is gonna make me cry Gorgonzola, Provolone Don't even get me started on this microphone Blowin' up like my name is Joe Bazooka I'm a super-dooper MC
to pay your dues, baby, you know the rules Whenever I travel the world I landcruise If you choose to...around, you get bruised Now, I got you gas on super
sounds used Gotta pay your dues baby you know the rules Whenever I travel the world I landcruise If you choose to fuck around you get bruised Now I got you gassed on super
dominate I'll be wild, smokin drowsy) Fuckin up my economics, is it rather ironic Sippin gin, juice and tonic Like Shawn Kemp with some hemp, super sound
There are no words To paint a picture of you, girl Your eyes, those curves It's like you're from some other world You walk my way Oh God, it's so frustrating
I can't stand to fly I'm not that naive I'm just out to find The better part of me I'm more than a bird I'm more than a plane I'm more than some Pretty
Gotta pay your dues baby you know the rules Whenever I travel the world I landcruise If you choose to fuck around you get bruised Now I got you gassed on super
I'm a porno flick, I'm like Amazing Grace I'm gonna fuck some hoe's after I rock this place Super fly, livin' double wide, sidecar my glide So Joe C
[Intro - Rico Love (Fat Joe)] Hello... (Coca) Aloha... (Cribs Mania) It's Love... (Yeah) Turn the lights on! [Chorus - Pleasure P (Fat Joe)] I ain't
me Cuz if prices was any cheaper y'all be sellin' it for free Paid 2-3 sell it for 2-2-5 McDonald's is makin more of a profit on Super Sized I spit the
slow Rollin fo'-do's, sippin' mo' with fo' hoes I'm a two-triple-0, u-city, gigalo Duece duece bigalow, love a man, joe blow You should pay me, I'm super
lick 'em They break me off cash flow Any damn thing I ask for So a nigga paid up the asshole Some fools be thinkin' They gotta win her like Bruce Jinna But Joe
the ball back You got shot, get off my ball sack You not hot, give me a call back, niggas is all wack Super doopa stupid, get drugs and I fall back P,
on the center, Irish pub She kept laughin, lickin her lips, listen to flicks Clean Aston, now I got my hand on her tits, but uhh [Chorus] [Outro: Fat Joe] Yeah! Hustle super