right here in this bedroom) No attire is required (right here in this bedrrom) Youll find your pleasure like hidden treasure (right here in this bedroom
here in this bedroom No attire is required right here in this bedroom You'll find your pleasure like hidden treasure right here in this bedroom I do
(right here in this bedroom) No attire is required (right here in this bedrrom) Youll find your pleasure like hidden treasure (right here in this bedroom
Tradução: Joe. Dormitorio.
' box in your hand... hot damn! I never drove a Lex dog, never drove a Land or a Testarossa, rather puff L's and I sip on mimosa, bedroom wall homegirl
Went sneaking throught her bedroom door to find something in a size four. Sugar and spice and everything nice wasn't made for only girls. GI Joe in
to break How long can one fat bitch take? Quite snacking and pay me saps Cuz we goin' home to meet her pops "So Joe, what is that you do for a living
: [Joe talking....] Na Na Na (Baby) Na Na Na (you got that look on your face) Na Na Na (Like you wanna go all night) Na Na (And I like that) Oh Oh
whole night, buckle up girl get ready for this bumpy ride (Joe), Baby pull over (woman), Are you ready (Joe), Yes I?m ready (woman), This jeep is our bedroom tonight (Joe
midnight cowboy Got his gun hired out for pay; You were walking kind of faded From the Netherlands Hotel With your hat tipped off to ladies Really looking well. Aw Joe
him just a little too rude Buddy, you think she's a little too cold So you act like a two year old Don't it make you feel low, Joe? Don't it make you
take heed a fuckin genius Up in the sky, up high, don't puff lye Do you smoke crack Sam? Prepare to fuckin die Fuck Crazy Joe, my name is Crazy Flow
So you treat him just a little too rude Buddy, you think she's a little too cold So you act like a two year old Don't it make you feel low, Joe? Don'
[ intro: fat joe ] Yeah yeah Terror squad what-what Cuban link what-what '99, baby [ verse 1: cuban link ] Yo ladi-dadi, mami, I love to party Plus I
/dandy lyin I have him pushin up daisies in a fugazi orifice [Joe Budden] I dress half hood, half corporate If your closet ain't the size of a master bedroom
to break How long can one fat bitch take? Quite snacking and pay me saps 'Cuz we goin' home to meet her pops So Joe, what is that you do for a living
