, that boy colder than Hova unless he sober Like I'm the president, but this ain't the takeover Now, there's the speaker, bring your ears a little closer Before you call this
hard (repeated in background) Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard (Repeat 6X more)? Jay-Z: Ard?go hard (Jay-Z) Verse 1: This is black hoodie rap, There'
, we go hard, we go hard Brooklyn, we go hard, we go hard Brooklyn, we go hard, we go hard Brooklyn, we go hard, we go hard This is black hoodie rap
right in, and meet the son Christenings done, time to have some fun *CHORUS* Yes siree, yes siree *MR. TAMBO* Yes siree *CHORUS* Yes siree, yes siree *MR. TAMBO* It's a big
words together like this My voice is a coming out an orophus, expressing, verbally or if it's Mental asymmetrics that makes me so electric By spontaneous combustion an explosion is expected A walking time
MEN: Oh, Oh, Mr. could there be something wrong? WOMEN: We are waiting just to hear Mr. Tambo do his song. HAMMY: Mr. Tambo, do you feel good and strong
be, a big time star was elegant as Garbo, or Hedy Lamarr. Stewie: But now we get whores like Jenny Lopez, you want to curl up and die. Chorus: Lucky
snippy, pissy Yankee all along! Take this superstitious city, add one little Jew from Brooklyn Plus a college education and a mousy little wife, And big news! Real big
Stop making fun of me. Buddy: Oh, please don't cry! That's the last thing I want. Violet: I'm sorry. I can't joke about this. Buddy: This isn't a joke
me? father: what will the big star do for money? sherrie: i'll get a job until i make it big! mother: sherrie, this is your home! sherrie: i gotta
out, this time they've gone too far They call for Mr. Jones They put him in charge Mr. Jones will help us out He's a lucky guy It is Mr. Jones' birthday
a fuck im a nut and i bang like a slut leave you bloody drippin wet handle like a gun times up now what eliminated coby dumb Mr. Chino whittier trece
Rob, I sin Awww man, I'm Jackie Robinson Except when I run base, I dodge the pen Lucky me, lucky we, they didn't get me Now when I bring the Nets I'm
bitch!) I used to know this girl that slanged the green shit Had it all goin on, but it didn't mean shit She wanted to be a star, with big cars and
down in the big cities and I was trying to get myself a job But there wasn't no jobs around I couldn't seem to find anyway to make guineas And this
(feat. Big Boi) [Intro:] this sounds like an elevator music Chris Brown Big Boi Yeah [Big Boi Rap] Hook, line, and sinker I knew she was mine the day