Songtexte:
Angie Martinez Up Close Personal

fuck how y'all feel When I drop, y'all gon' realize it's all real Bein left for dead, tied up, smoke 'til I was dried up So high up, seem like the sky

enough Glad at us, mad at us, look at these competitors, c'mon, c'mon I set 'em up, wet 'em up, Angie's chillin', shut up Get 'em up off they seat,

Yo yo Angie, come downstairs, the pub is open Hurry up ma, put your socks, put your slippers on C'mon ma, hurry I started in Brooklyn, comin' up in the

How you say my love in Spanish? Mi amor How you say my love in thug, can I hit it raw? In the backseat of my jeep, or maybe on the floor Easy papi, nah

can be the gent Gettin' ya legs tight, gettin' ya head right Doin' it every night in summer time almost You wanna ass lookin' firm when they come up close

up a track But I like that kid, he can keep comin back Everybody back up, back up off the ropes All you silly niggaz are gonna have to back up We're

Wyclef, chillin' with Angie Live at Jimmy's, worldwide, baby Azucar Suavamente, besame Angie Martinez, can I get a date on Friday? Suavamente, just when

(feat. Doo Wop Cops) [Angie:] What's this? [unfolding of letter] [Angie & Guy:] Dear Angie Guy: I know we've been together a long time boo But I'

slippers on! C'mon ma hurry! (Alright then, I got it) [The Product G&B] Oooohhh Angie.. Ooo-whoaaaa, yeahhh.. Oooh yeah hooooo whoahhhh, ohhh-ye ohhhhh-yeah [Angie Martinez