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(feat. Mr. Vegas, Fat Joe)

[Intro]: [Mr.Vegas] (*Fat Joe) (**Fatman Scoop)
Yeah, Mr. Vegas (Let s go make it run!) This is Mr. Vegas
(*TS!) This is it Mr. Vegas (**Fatman Scoop!) Mr. Vegas, Mr. Vegas
(* Come on come on!) Tamale (*Come on) She s a Tamale
(**Here we go now! Here we go now!)
(*Uh! Yeah! Yeah! TS!)

[Verse 1: Fat Joe] + (Fatman Scoop)
It s Joe Crack and Mr. Vegas, Vegas
Track so hot we had to make this remix (Uh!)
Goodness gracious this paper chasin got me in Jamaica cheesin
Di gal dem got me speechless
Peep this tell the streets repeat this
Lean Back, mami show your features
Fat ass, slim waist, cute face
Take her to the crib mami don t make me chase
Cause your my hot tamale
And I m about to break you off in that Black Denali
And, trust girl cause can t nobody
Do you like I can I bless you off it s scary
And bounce, bounce lean back, bounce, and bounce come on
Just bounce (Let s go now!) And bounce lean back (Let s go now!)

[Chorus: Mr. Vegas] + (*Fatman Scoop)
She s a Tamale drunk in Courvoisier
She wanna party after the party
She wanna private dance with somebody
Cause her body got a mind of it s own, own, own own own own
(*Let s go now!) Own own, own own own own
Own, own, own own own own
Na na na na na na na na!!! (Just the way how she move her body)
Na na na (You can tell that she s a Tamale)
Na na na (Hips movin like a Ferrari, you can tell that she s a Tamale)
Na na na na na na na na!!! (Just the way how she move her body)
Na na na (You can tell that she s a Tamale)
Na na na (Hips movin like a Ferrari, you can tell that she s a Tamale)

[Verse 2: Mr. Vegas]
As soon as she walks through that door, uh oh uh oh!
And back her thing up on the floor, uh oh uh oh!
It s gettin hot so I m bout to blow, uh oh uh oh!
Tell the fire truck to bring the hose, uh oh uh oh!
She s showin off her belly skin, looking sexy her navel ring
She don t care who if anything she ain t fakin she s out doin her thing

[Chorus: Mr. Vegas]
Own, own, own own own own
Own own, own own own own
Own, own, own own own own
Na na na na na na na na!!! (Just the way how she move her body)
Na na na (You can tell that she s a Tamale)
Na na na (Hips movin like a Ferrari, you can tell that she s a Tamale)
Na na na na na na na na!!! (Just the way how she move her body)
Na na na (You can tell that she s a Tamale)
Na na na (Hips movin like a Ferrari, you can tell that she s a Tamale)

[Verse 3: Fatman Scoop]
When I say More, you say Fire! More! (Fire!) More! (Fire!)
When I say More, you say Fire! More! (Fire!) More! (Fire!)
Now drop to the floor! Drop to the floor! Drop to the floor! Drop to the floor!
Now take em up high! Take em up high! Take em up high! Take em up high!
Ladies! Keep it movin now! Keep it movin now! Fatman Scoop let s go one time!
Now clear! Everybody use your right hand!
Now clear! Everybody use your left hand!
Now clear! Everybody use your right hand!
Now clear! Wave your hands in the air now!
Now clear! Everybody use your right hand!
Now clear! Everybody wave your hands!

[Chorus: Mr. Vegas]
Own, own, own own own own
Own own, own own own own
Own, own, own own own own
Na na na na na na na na!!! (Just the way how she move her body)
Na na na (You can tell that she s a Tamale)
Na na na (Hips movin like a Ferrari, you can tell that she s a Tamale)
Na na na na na na na na!!! (Just the way how she move her body)
Na na na (You can tell that she s a Tamale)
Na na na (Hips movin like a Ferrari, you can tell that she s a Tamale)
She s a Tamale drunk in Courvoisier
She wanna party after the party
She wanna private dance with somebody
Cause her body got a mind of it s own, own, own own own own
Own own, own own own own
Own, own, own own own own
Na na na na na na na na!!! (Just the way how she move her body)
Na na na (You can tell that she s a Tamale)
Na na na (Hips movin like a Ferrari, you can tell that she s a Tamale)
Na na na na na na na na!!! (Just the way how she move her body)
Na na na (You can tell that she s a Tamale)
Na na na (Hips movin like a Ferrari, you can tell that she s a Tamale)

[Outro: Mr. Vegas]
Girls Girls! Yeah Yeah! Wave your hands upon a musical this
Just girls girls! Yeah Yeah!
Cause you wanna buy some damn thing
Just girls girls! Yeah Yeah!
You don t wanna buy a musical this
Just girls girls! (Fat Joe! Mr. Vegas! Fatman Scoop!)
Tri state I see you!

You can waste your time building barriers
spend your life trying to break them down again
like an island in a sea that breathes revenge

When we talk sometimes you re a looking glass
every word from the blueprint of your past
in the distance there s a castle...

Po parapetach skacze świt
I słońce się tu zakrada
Za chwilę jasne pewne stanie się,
Że musisz chyba stąd już spadać

A zatem szybko ubierz się
I nie zapomnij zamknąć drzwi
Ja dobrze wiem, ty widzisz też,
Że nocny teatr skończył się

No nie...

Na starych fotografiach
odnajduję chwile,
które już z pewnością
nie powtórzą się...

Nieskończone zdania
szanse do wygrania
kłótnie i wyznania
co zdarzyło się...

Mówisz - ja tam, ty tu
między nami fragment snu
jak wiadomo w tej historii
nic nie zdarzy się znów...

Bo, to są moje...

Baby if you look up
Whenever you re down
I will heat you calling out
Before you make a sound
We can climb this mountainside
We can cross the sea
Cause all I am is you
And ail you are is me

Wherever you are
I am with you
Cause we wish on the same star
Cause I...

Nie jestem święta, nie
potrafię grzeszyć
na próżno starasz się
anioła znaleźć we mnie

A to co o mnie wiesz
nic nie znaczy
bo jutro nawet ja
nie poznam sama siebie

Więc pomyśl, proszę
nim na dobre
do serca weźmiesz mnie
bo życie ze mną
to randka w ciemno...
Nie jestem dobra, nie
choć bywam miła
pamiętam to co złe
co piękne - zapominam

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