you If you let me (I can get you hot, hot, hot) If you let me (I can get you hot, hot, hot) If you let me (I can get you hot, hot, hot) If you let me
lets drop the top Cuz we about to make it hot hot so hot hot so hot hot so hot hot We about to make it hot hot hot hot hot Keep it goin now come on Keep
ترجمة: فات جو. الطقس حار جدا (مع ر. كيلي).
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so dark and me hat so low Me never ever ask to become solo Now me head so hot, and me dreads so cold Me so cold (Me come and say) [Verse 1 - Fat Joe
Put the fuckin' mic on Mic is on Joe Crack the Don, uh Yeah yeah, y'all Irv Gotti What's luv? Ashanti, Terror, Terror Squad It should be about us Be
Love (Fat Joe)] Hello... (Coca) Aloha... (Cribs Mania) It's Love... (Yeah) Turn the lights on! [Chorus - Pleasure P (Fat Joe)] I ain't gotta lie, so
***, I'm back And the weather outside is hot than a m*** But we cold chillin? in the Brick City So kick back, light some b*** Put your hands on a big fat
don't stop it Just drop it, more like it's hot miss Kick in the do' with the fo-fo messin' with Joe Now this chick got an ass so fat in fact I Put a
me take ya home, papi let me take ya home" And I said "Mami you can take me home if you let the whole crew get on" (bitch) [Verse 1: Fat Joe] I got
talkin like you ain't hood nigga What's really gangsta nigga What up what's poppin man Aiyyo fuck these niggaz man Let these niggaz do 88 [Fat Joe] (
go She can't leave Please baby (let's stay home tonight) Girl I got the remedy don't you see That we got to keep this thing so tight So tonight all
I woke up one day in Vacaville Round the corner from the pen Fat house on the hill All the homies in the pen straigt locked down But I gotta get dressed
lick 'em They break me off cash flow Any damn thing I ask for So a nigga paid up the asshole Some fools be thinkin' They gotta win her like Bruce Jinna But Joe
war man will blaze in the neck we bun them hot bars to the neck shoot like a tech war man will blaze in the neck we bun them hot bars to the neck yeah
ethics, eastern philosophy's my method Good Samaritans need paremedics, so what's your premise I hope you fuckin' with Glocks and fo' fifths Wrath's Napolean, so
