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Traduzione: JR Writer. Entrare.
last to get the green, that boy too fast on the scene That boy be moving, that boy in the groove, that boy gon bust a move That boy gon get the girls
jack the Punks who superficially write Procrastinate, perpetrate, they just bite I don't really give it much thought, just wax em Page the posse, grease the Uzis, tax em
, can't you see I'm greater than Your grandpops is my number one fan You get ran on the court you dribble like Manute Bol You try to take it to the hole *crowd roars* get
m on fire Causin pain like a runaway train you don't stop Drop the track, now watch it flow back to the top I'm the J-R-O, not J-E-R-U And you know what
in the house to make it right y'all [Verse Two: J-Ro] Yeah... check out my Ro-gram Since I was a kid I got darker I write rhymes so phat I need a marker
ron] (Aye dios, aye dios mio) (Aye dios, aye dios mio) Callette Callette Callette Ca-Callette [Repeat] [Verse 2: J.R. Writer] I know Dominicans with boats that get
You wanna join the crew, then you must see me, flee (Get 'em Daddy) Got 'em mommy, you my Gotham Bonnie Cause I'm Batman with the pump, Johnny Johnny (Get 'em
you don't get stacks boy, you a pack boy Be on the corner for a hundred hours Sell another gram of coke, and only gunna get a hundred dollars You could probably get
[Big L:] Yo, here's another smooth song to get your groove on Violate or try to fake jacks and you'll get moved on Peace to all my niggas with the thousand
Cuz I write raps so that they rhyme when you play 'em backwards What? you can't fuck around with Culture VI [Brolik] Dehydrated but I'm still spittin' B J
Newman [J-Ro] To all the homies locked up writin home, write on c'mon (Write on, write on) Grafiti artists around the world, write on c'mon (Write on, write
the proof, get use to this (Yup) Our movement sick (Yea), your movement shit (Yea) That's the fact, have a nap and get use to this (Yea) [J.R. Writer
strong gotta give my all to you (Holla At Me) Chea Uh Huh J.R. Let Me Tell You What I'm Bout Baby [Verse 2: J.R. Writer] Girl we shoot it slug it Gunz
A.S over from London 40 Cal., Jha Jha what up ma, I got Miami in the house And the Writer of Writers, J.R. [Hook] [J.R. Writer {Cam Still talking}] This
(feat. 40 Cal, Hell Rell, J.R. Writer) [J.R. Writer] Holla No sorrow haters wrapped in a Tahoe For all those who saw J smash the Apollo yikes All covered
(feat. Hell Rell, J.R. Writer) [Intro: Duke Da God] In the beginnin' of this movement it was all a dream The passion, the dedication, the persistence
