Wait a minute, baby, you packin' your bags How soon? Now, don't do that, wait a minute Why don't you stay a while? How soon? We can work this out, sit
(Spoken:) Wait a minute, baby You packin' your bags How soon Naw, don't do that Wait a minute Why don't you stay a while How soon We can work this out
Übersetzung: Joe. How Soon.
: (Spoken:) Wait a minute, baby You packin' your bags How soon Naw, don't do that Wait a minute Why don't you stay a while How soon We can work this
Joe Casey is an old G I take his advice, he one of the old G's on Valence street Funk and Clarence upstate, but hey gon' touch down Soon as ya thinkin
oops baby And if I'm wearin my chain it's 380 Like Fat Joe, nigga you crazy? Man fuck friends, this T-dot-O-dot-S Have it how you want, speed knot or
house What what what? G Unit in the house What nigga what? GGGGGG G Unit [Verse 1: Tony Yayo] In my hood you get no points for ya jump shot As soon as
s a window shopper Mad at me, I think I know why Jada you's a window shopper In the jewelery store, looking at shit you can't buy Joe you's a window shopper
Correct Shi* Cause The First Thing He Asked Is Who Gotta Get Hit A Shoot Out In 89' Fu**** Up How He Walk He A Grimey Ass Ni**A, You See How He Talk
I got too much momentum movin in my direction to lose my shoes will explode as soon as you go to step in 'em (BROOM) you know how we do it when we do how
. That young man spoke to God. He spoke to God?! And God said, "Joe, people really need to know that the Bible isn't two parts. There's a part three to the Bible, Joe
her, so you can call me Nickel the OJ the Glove I got a Posse of Insane Clowns; blow your brains on your opposite ear Then ask you how your brain sounds
game Illuminati is here, yeah, human oddities At odds with us, just what's gotta be Cause we started out cold and it snowballed We froze, soon as we rolled
: (feat. Mr. Vegas, Fat Joe) [Intro]: [Mr.Vegas] (*Fat Joe) (**Fatman Scoop) Yeah, Mr. Vegas (Let's go make it run!) This is Mr. Vegas (*TS!) This is
circle of our lives like the hands of a clock going round. if only we could wind them back and return to a time where the dream began. its all too soon
