Do you know what you're looking for? Streets of gold, fame and fortune? You didn't fancy working in a factory But your mum and dad didn't agree You slept
Traduzione: Jam. London Girl.
in FAVORS Ducks better break North, before I start baggin that ass, like a motherfuckin washcloth Winnin battles cause I'm a hip-hop soldier Act like you know, and fuck what your girl
the girls Ah-ha, I like the girls, yup-yup A lotta girls, ah-ha I like the girls I like the girls I like the girls, oh yeah I like the girls, ah-ha I
here There was dancing in the afternoons those days Waiting tables, chasing girls with the money he made It was 1957, and love felt the same, love felt the same Frightened little girl
Mars I'm just glad to be where you are right now, baby, don't stop, keep me rocking [Chorus] Let's start the show, the slow jam's on, my lovin' is warm
yo, London, yeh, a pound) It's all for show, so come when I call Ride with an underground king Bun B bumpin' in that 600, clean Girl, money ain't a thing
just keep on rockin) We at incredible speeds (we just keep on rockin) LA over to France, we make your hoes dance Fulfillin all your needs (we just keep on rockin) And wild out to London
goes round kissing Each and every woman I meet on the - street I like a girl with some class (Got a big, big, big -) Nice and smooth, not a girl that'
now you know what L.L. means [ girls ] Aaaahhhhhhhh! [ guys ] Let's get ill! Come on now [ girls ] Aaaahhhhhhhh! [ guys ] Let's get ill! Everybody [ girls ] Aaaahhhhhhhh! [ guys ] Let's get ill! Everybody [ girls
live, Monte Carlo was ill Convertable limousines, def jam got the bill Remember R. Kelly had the house on the hill Well when the partys over we can go there and chill In London
ya can't handle The rhythm homeboy is definitely ringin The beats and rhymes are the chords that are tinglin So grab your girl, let's start the jam For
that keep me crazy on top of that the top that keeps me lazy lil college girl down to earth lil bonnet girl nine times out of ten shawty got a girl sophisticated
There was dancin' in the afternoons, those days Waitin' tables, chasin' girls with the money he made It was 1957 and love felt the same, love felt the same Frightened little girl
Ducks better break North, before I start baggin that ass, like a motherfuckin washcloth Winnin battles cause I'm a hip-hop soldier Act like you know, and fuck what your girl
