(Fat Joe)
Baby you can keep a secret
Calca
Kills mania
Hey,hey
Fresh off the runway
Pail white nights
Venom top drops on the I nine five
Pinksee suckers who hobber I roll my way to party at corut-n-y
Now I aint gotta tell you that them boys pop bottles
But mami's lookin like americas top model
She says your earing look at that thing thats even bigger than the rock on my ring
Now she gotta man who plays to the horks
I like common ma you know me run New York
Jays in the background put u to bed
Says you got brains so im looking ahead
Then im looking for bread I gotta eat on these streets
17-fives bout to halla at g'S
Im a real G,
Real G's do real things
And I could keep a secret is the song that I sing
(J-Holiday)
Baby girl I wont tell
If you dont want me to
Cause I gotta thing for you
Ill do anything for you
(girl anything for you)
Baby girl I wont tell
Ill never do bad to you
Cause Baby you got it
And you got me
I gotta thing for ya
Tomado de AlbumCancionYLetra.com(Fat Joe)
A material girl
In a material world
Venus,Serina
Ma cereal girls
What you know about having dinner on a jet
Make it back before the D'j's FINISHED WITH THE SET
Now they call me the bird man
When im third a charm
I ride the wind like im from Okland yard
Its the crack man and he aint got a