3 (Mase) Fabulous Sport Chorus: Now that's the way (Uh-Huh, uh-huh), We like It (Uh-Huh,uh-huh), That's the way (uh-huh,uh-huh) We like it 3x (Fabolous
翻訳: DJ CLUEの. それは、我々はそれを好きなようです.
gonna burn it on up Like ya first time pushin' a clutch You shake when you see me Shiver when you feel my touch We both know it's real love But we endulgin
like my city when it's time to get this money Got game, spot game, so don't act funny (hah hah) We the block, we the ave, we the Bronx, we Manhattan
Squadron You what I sayin'? One time for DJ Clue, check it out Aiyyo, we got these hoes spreaded out like mustard The Squad go to war like General Custard
like "Sup ladies, my name's Slim Shady. I'm the lead singer in D12 baby" They're all like "Oh my god it's him" "Becky oh my fuckin' god it's Eminem" "
you walk on by I like the way you move, I like the WAY you move [Talib] I like the, I like the, I like the, I like the way you walk, please, won't you
like the way you move, I like the WAY you move [Talib] I like the, I like the, I like the, I like the way you walk, yes, please do that dance [Mos] I
I love that nigga Cause he worked hard for it I cursed God for it [Chorus] I ain't never gonna love again Life is taken once it's given It's not easy
like the WAY you move TalibI like the, I like the, I like the, I like the Way you walk, yes, please do that dance MosI like the way you walk, when you
not about profanity But racism let's me lose my sanity It's a sin it's a sin that's born within I know it's wack they're trying to kill the black So
yo, this is Nas with my man DJ Clue The professional part two Puttin' it down for you fake ass DJ's and shit like that Straight outta Q.B. all the way
niggas give it up Baby we can't be touched, niggas give it up Crime life Yo, yo, when it's on it's on, writing's on the floor Guts in his bed, the blood
it for a few, what you wanna do, tell me what you wanna do, I really wanna Know you [Kiely] Maybe it's the, way you move that thang, maybe it's your smile that
... y'knahmsayin? Like we ain't got Beans, Cam, Jay, Bleek, Freeway [Chorus: exactly mirrors chorus of Queen's "We Are the Champions"] We are the champions
like the Kit Kat That kid got, players from Brooklyn that get chicks black I meant that, you like the way Ceaser Leo spit that It's a trip that, you
Now we don't pop it unless it's a hundred a wop And I'ma keep hittin y'all like an abusive pops (chorus) (Dj Clue) DJ Clue, Fabolous Fresh out York
my team strikes first My squad'll attack u in threes, no need for darkman we last man standing, who dead man walkin' It's five fingers to death, when
