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Текст песни Fat Joe - Rock Ya Body

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[Fat Joe]Aowwwwwwwwww! Cool & DreI was the one who believed in you!Hahahaha[Chorus]I got one bad chick, she by my sideAbout two more wait-in outsidePull out the red carpet walk past the linePass the keys, tell `em please valet my rideAnd just - rock ya body body, rock ya body bodyRock, ya body body, rock ya bodyJust rock - who the fuck you know like Cook?Kill a nigga on a verse, make `em dance on a hook, nowwww[Fat Joe]Joey see/C-Murder like five-oh-fo`Better have my money cause I knock on do`sBetter yet I leave 17 peepholes, squeeze with the eagleBet I murder like five-oh-fo` - Crack, yes!You gon` need protectionThis dude mad nice with the Smith & WessunYou know, automatic, stick shift revolverFind me in the attic, long dist` the targetAfter that, do the walk-through like phone boothsWhat`chu gon` do when them dudes run up on you androck ya body body, catch somebodyGon` park, the black Denali, watch his bodyjust DROP - yeah I`m street like thatPull off the Benny Blanco, yeah it beez like thatYour whole crew boomerang, they ain`t G`s like thatCause when it`s time to shoot they quick to point the heat right backNigga[Chorus][Fat Joe]Yo, if Suge rapped how hard would it beBut he don`t, so the closest thing you got is meAin`t no damn near a rapper this loc` as meCook Coke on top is how it`s `sposed to be, nigga!Yeah the Bronx is backIt`s my niggaz Cool & Dre on this monster track(What they do Fat?) Yeah we been on some Don shitBeen stompin niggaz unconciousBeen sendin niggaz to trauma; I bet now you wishthe only beef that you had is wit`cha baby`s mommaYou best to wear your vest as a doo-ragCause I`ma headbussa, you don`t want me to do datYeah I need a new muh`fucker to shoot atMore Bin Laden talk, disappearin like Pookie from "New Jack"Said it, yeah it`s all out warSo do your jumpin jacks nigga, make you hit the floor[Chorus][Fat Joe]Yes, please believe she gorgeousAnd she ain`t gon` leave once she see the fortressThe blood red G-T`ll leave ya nauseousAnd as for the wife, mami please, we`re bossesCrenshaw, you can find me on the stripBlack Ferrari, nine milli` on the hipYou in South Beach, wet willies on the stripShit, I`m in Dade County, smokin phillies, bumpin Trick niggaNew York y`all know what it is!Got a hundred guns, got a hundred clipsNiggaz never listen `til they vision turn bitchPawn you out of Vegas butt-naked in a ditch(That`s right) By now you can see that I`m globalSlappin MC`s for the dreams that they sold youAnd all the false prophecies of niggaz takin shots at meFind yourself hangin from your feet off the balcony[Chorus]

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