Übersetzung: Mr. Vegas. Wer.
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Joe) (**Fatman Scoop) Yeah, Mr. Vegas (Let's go make it run!) This is Mr. Vegas (*TS!) This is it Mr. Vegas (**Fatman Scoop!) Mr. Vegas, Mr. Vegas (*
people, let's go, here we go now] (Ghostface) Yo, who got the biggest burner? Ask the Terminator, Wes Snipes shit plus Ghost meets Vegas Stage show
the name of Misery Then Gina hit the road to New York City Mysteriously the night Vinnie croaked She stopped in Vegas to elope With Virginia and a dope Who
I wish that things were better When we said goodbye today But we had our share of good times though Along the way Remember 'Hey mr. las vegas You used
money, Me I'm makin money, me ah me I'm makin money, Dollar dollar bills, dollar dollar dollar bills (ya'll), Dollar dollar bills, dollar dollar dollar bills (ya'll) Mr
: (feat. Mr. Stinky) [Verse 1:] It's friday night and I Got my check man I Damn I really need a (PARTY) So when the weekend come I'm tryin to get beef
stacks Mami drop them tops 'fore them dollars go back in my pocket or the trunk of the black Impala where the pump just sit for them punks who trip But
' eighty pounds of steak So put your belly on a plate and watch your weight You frostin' like a flake and ludacris feels grrreat! Who want come face me, face come want who
: (feat. Kardinal Offishall, Lil' Jon, Mr. Vegas, Red Rat, T.O.K. & Wayne Marshall) [Intro: Pitbull] (Lil' Jon) (*Mr. Vegas) Oye Loca! Ven pa'ca! Oye
m tryin' to tell y'all who dat is that rule that biz Not your baby daddy but Jay-Z, true that is Better school that kid on who's shoes that is Or who
Bwoy confuse tun fool get mawga All a tell mi seh fi kill di barber Di bwoy stama when him see Mr.Palmer Mi get a k from Vogga from de la vega Weh mek
name A skinhead who lead a fierce biker gang Involved in white slavery and Mr. Avery was never neighborly, romancin', a jackpot He killed his wife and drove to Vegas
the Refugee camp And you're bout to smell what the Rock is cookin' [Wyclef Jean (The Rock)] Yo this is strictly a club record Dedicated to everybody who
catch you a great white Need I say great white, heavy as killer whales I cannot believe this, who knew it came in bails? Who knew it came with jail, who
