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[Hook:]
(Girls) Those that are bourgeois
Those that are hoochie
Those are usually in Gucci
(Girls) Some of them no good
Some of them so hood
But they all pros at you know what
(Girls) Local or overseas
They all go crazy over me
Don t matter what part of the world

Girls want to be part of my world

[Verse 1:]
Look, I done had my share
Bringin round me, is a bad idea
I take Big or small, short or tall
Light or dark, I try them all
Cuz i like
From stupido groupie hoes
To one of these r&b group skio s
I need a slick mouth, thick south, brickhouse
Or i may date, a-rate playmate
Ten in the face, thin in the waist
Tight in the thighs, light in the eyes
Even those
Who think they the shit
I keep my
Walkin on pedicured paws
Touchin wit manicured claws
If you waxed down, and tanned up
Then let me see ya hands up
Now

[Hook:]
(Girls) Those that are bourgeois
Those that are hoochie
Those are usually in Gucci
(Girls) Some of them no good
Some of them so hood
But they all pros at you know what
(Girls) Local or overseas
They all go crazy over me
Don t matter what part of the world

[Verse 2:]
I like my
In four inch Christian Laboutins
Lips made for kissin and poutin i like my
Fat butt, flat gut, and that strut. to drive cat nuts
I like my Gangsta pretty, stank saditty
No change, only got frank and fitty s
Them Natural born fraks, wit blonde streaks,
Seven s on cheeks
My nothin less than a dime piece
Pink face cartier time piece
I like my
Thug enough to cuss out cops
Wit tits that ll bust out tops
I like my Classy and sassy,
Still know how to be nasty
Like my
Wit no laws, no flaws
No bra s and no drwaws
Those yours

[Hook:]
(Girls) Those that are bourgeois
Those that are hoochie
Those are usually in Gucci
(Girls) Some of them no good
Some of them so hood
But they all pros at you know what
(Girls) Local or overseas
They all go crazy over me
Don t matter what part of the world

[Verse 3:]
From the Asian to the Malaysian
I even had the Bahian to the Caucasian
I spend most the weekend
Wit pretty Puerto and Costa Rican
Then again, I love Dominicians
And might be stylin wit a Italian
I be shakin for a Jamaican and Haitian
And take by the million if they they Brazilian
I m sailin wit a Australian
Or trafficin wit the south African
Panamian or Grenadian
You know I cross the border for a Canadian
I need a miss that s Swiss, a freak that s Greek
Or distinguished English
I fly in for a Hawaiian
And if you dont know who i am

[Hook:]
(Girls) Those that are bourgeois
Those that are hoochie
Those are usually in Gucci
(Girls) Some of them no good
Some of them so hood
But they all pros at you know what
(Girls) Local or overseas
They all go crazy over me
Don t matter what part of the world

[Outro:]
Yeah, this Trackmasters, Desrt Storm, Street family.... Fabolous
And this is Tone the ref, let s go

Tekst :

[Fabolous talking]
Dont try to fuck wit me yall
Cause you cant
Uhh, I stay way ahead of the game
Ya know, Catch me if you can nigga
Uhh, Haha

[Verse 1]
Throwback this, Throwback that
It aint where you for its where you wear ya throwback at
I rock the Reds Pete Rose when I m in the Natti
And 4X, You cant see the semi-automatti
When I m in the Chi you think they aint that shocked
To see the kid roll through in the St. Pats Socks
So pull out the Chicago and the script to wear on Soul Train
The Bulls, When Mike had hair and a gold chain
I get the Spirit in St. Louis, How could the god lose
I do back flips in the Ozzie Cardinals
They love me in Cleveland, Everytime I travel there
I m in the Indians or that Cavaliers
When I hit Minnesota, That kid from Brooklyn wear
The Vikings or the Timberwolves from Garnett s rookie year
And in Milwaukee I had to pimp it and go back
20 years with the Bucks and Brewers throw backs

[Chorus]
Throwback this, Throwback that
They even look better with the matching hat
All you gotta check is the players stats
It aint where you for its where you wear ya throwback at
Throwback this, Throwback that
They even look better with the matching hat
All you gotta check is the players stats
It aint where you for its where you wear ya throwback at

[Verse 2]
I might charge through San Diego with the bolts on my shoulder
Rock the Trailblazer warm-up, Cause Portland gets colder
And even the pimps be jealous
When I m in the floor seat at the Forum in the M.P.L.S.
And they be askin what teams on the kid chest
This the Rams before they moved to the Midwest
When I m in the Bay with it, I dont play with it
Im in the Athletics with the matchin A s fitted
This aint even for the minors
Cause they dont know nothin bout the Joe Montana, 49ers
Seattle, Probally heard different rumors
Either about the Payton or the Griffey Jr.
I come through Denver like 4th quarter with Elway
Or the Nuggets that make them yell Ehhhh
In Pheonix I do the old Suns
Cause the new jerseys is cool, But nothings really like the old ones
Ya know

[Chorus]
Throwback this, Throwback that
They even look better with the matching hat
All you gotta check is the players stats
It aint where you for its where you wear ya throwback at
Throwback this, Throwback that
They even look better with the matching hat
All you gotta check is the players stats
It aint where you for its where you wear ya throwback at

[Verse 3]
In New York what I wear the the club may vary
Mets or Yankees like the Subway Series
When I m in Boston I melt the bean
In a hot Red Soxs or Celtics green
In the city of Philly, I roll up on the biddes like feel these
In a size 56 Phillies
In Jersey I got the Nets on
That you can bet on
In D.C. I couldnt pull it
Without the Bullets
When I stop in Atlanta I cant talk long
Them birds know I got the Falcons or the Hawks on
That peach Tampa Bay dont hit the streets too often
Not even Miami could take the Heat of Dolphins
Aint no complaints on
When I m in New Orleans with the Saints on
In Houston I pass hoes
In the Astros
In Dallas I always gotta have
The Cowboys or the Mavs
???, To keep it comin, And Imma keep it comin

[Chorus]
Throwback this, Throwback that
They even look better with the matching hat
All you gotta check is the players stats
It aint where you for its where you wear ya throwback at
Throwback this, Throwback that
They even look better with the matching hat
All you gotta check is the players stats
It aint where you for its where you wear ya throwback at

Tekst :

Yea, Its bout to get real hard for these niggas to move man
Somebody get these niggas some wheelchairs or somethin

Goin to war is still a scary issue
But in my hood they train to kill wit every pistol
Like they military issue
Guess you a star if you sell a million every disc two
Catch a gun case and bounce and still they ll barely frisk you
Cuz, I proved I move the retail
Make the smoothest grooves wit female
And I remove the rules on V12 s
You aint never seen it move this smooth on sprewell s
I m a hustler, you just a middle man to me
The way I pass the rock could make Jason Kidd a fan of me
Just cop one joint, I m a one point somethin
Still I ll have you at gunpoint, with one joint dumpin
So watch what you say to them crackers
Ill put a couple G s on yer head like you play for the Packers
I m rap s Labron James, I quickly see baskets
These scrubs wouldn t make it to the Mickey-D s classics
You got some sticky weed? Pass it
If not put it out, im pushin it before they put it out
Wit the dash, wooded out, Shaq O Neal footed out
Blastin a (?) get it first, before they put it out, Clue!

Yea, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

Maybe wouldn t be a million kids wit they faces on containers
If cops pursue the same way they chase us entertainers
In the hood, a few big faces and a chain a-
Get metal in ya mouth like braces and retainers
Even the young bucks be scheming on somebody change
Tryin a sell somebody cain, before they even potty trained
You can smooth talk your way into a hottie brain
Have her suckin long enough to leave a nigga body drained
I wasn t taught, I learned from watchin stupid people
That ll run up shootin, in front of a group of people
I lay in a cut, the same way the troopers peep you
Ride up on yer coupe and creep you while you let a groupie deep you
Cuz even if you reppin like a man of skill
You gon still need a weapon when you layin a deal
One for watch you slippin like you steppin banana pills
Think a nigga ain t gon pull a weapon cuz you scanned a mil? (what)
I crept in and got handed meals
Now the white and black rides look like salt and pepper on the bannon grill
Think I wouldn t hold a Pepsi in my hand for mils?
You must be fuckin stupid, nigga

[Ad-Lib til end]

Hid them under the floor; for they being here made me soar
And on that day I felt kinda haze
Now they still gotta be there, cuss there not going anywhere
Whit served limbs - or call me crazy?
But there are voices in the darkness...

Battered and torn
still I can see the light
tattered and worn
but I must kneel to fight

Friend of mine
what can t you spare
I know some times
it gets cold in there

When my legs no longer carry
and the warm wind chills my bones
I reach for Mother Mary
and I shall not walk alone

Hope is alive
while...

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Widziałam chłopca, który pokochał sercem,
bardzo wierzył, że uczucie sens mu da.
Lecz niestety ona ciągle bawiła się,
wykorzystać - celem było jej.

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Zaraz lutro pokaże mi twarz.

W mojej głowie ruch,
Aż brakuje tchu.

Druga kawa i znów czuję że,
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Mam jej numer spisany na szkle,
No...