Traduction: Libs Annonce. The Boy From New York City.
Traduction: Une bande-Fine Day. The Boy From New York City [le Libs Annonce].
But now that I know That it's not meant to be You gotta go I gotta wean myself off of you [Pre Chorus:] [Chorus:] [Ad libs] [Chorus:]
you But now that I know That it's not meant to be You gotta go I gotta win myself over you [Pre Chorus:] [Chorus:] [Ad libs] [Chorus:]
the young lady by the name of Rihanna with me Straight from Barbados, give 'em that flavor baby girl Let's go [Chorus: Rihanna w/ Bleek ad-libs]
Jumping in and out of bed Chorus: Choosey lover, Boy I?m so proud of you I?m so glad you chose me, baby And I?ll make you so happy --repeat with ad-libs
I like it, I like it Let's keep it on tha cool If they only knew The little thangs you do Cause baby I like it, I like it (*ad-libs*)
Love it went you do it Left and right Keep doing it babe, yeah [1] [D'Angelo] Left and right And up and down [Repeat 1 w/Redman and Method ad-libs x
't think y'all hear me Brown sugar babe, I get high off love, don't know how to behave I want some of your brown sugar [x16: with ad-libs]
me I don't wanna another you so I'ma slide (yup) But I got another boo, on the side, bay-bay [Chorus: T-Pain (Fabolous) {unlisted J.D. ad libs}] I try
, then I'm the Geico with the paper So have my check right, no typos with the paper please [Chorus - repeat 2X w/ ad libs, end first time end with "I
(feat. Red Cafe) [ad libs for the first 22 seconds] [Chorus: Red Cafe] Excuse me! I happen to be the boss man Excuse me! I happen to be the weatherman
You could wake up wit regrets, or wake up in a jet Fixing you hairdo in a Jacob wit baguettes girl [Chorus] [Outro - ad-libs] {*scratched*} "tit -
lookin' somethin' like Rick Rubin Put a grin on ya face, then spin in ya waist The world look like it's spinnin' in space [Chorus w/ ad libs: Fabolous
[Ad-libs] Uh, they call me G-H-E-T-T-O, nigga Uh, uh, I'm back on that bullshit Haha, who could fuck around? Huh? uh.. [verse] I bet you look at things
other In to taking showers together They know, it's a studio in Fab crib One of y'all can rock the mic while the other one ad libs Boo, my government
Fillin yo stomach wit Cris, yo lungz with dro I'll have you sprung fa sho It ain't gon be no limit where yo tongue will go, ya heard me? [Repeat Chorus with ad libs
(*ad libs in beginning*) [Verse 1 - Fabolous] I don't know what you've been told About these fours that you control Now everybody know the brother's
