back Come on come on Let it out everyone Let the sunshine down on me Come on come on Let it out everyone Let the sunshine down on me People say the rain has come
Hey man, I'm never going back, never going back This is what I say Come on, come on, I don't need anyone To tell me what to believe Come on, come on
Traduction: Jet. Come On Come On.
never going down again So come on, come on Scream until your voice gives out Come on, come on You think you know how this turns out? Well, come on, come on
day that we die [Verse 1] It's real late 'Bout a quarter to 1 Thinking about everything We become And I hate it I thought we could make it But I'm ready to jet
and all that you need Mackin' all the ladies, from the fly to the shady Marquis diamonds, 600 Mersadies I'll fly you across the seas in a private jet
in brand new Bentleys That's right stupid! Soon as they couped it, I went and scooped it Now I'm on the move, on the move Running the City, something
And why wouldn't this thing be on my side?) Why wouldn't this game have you on your knees? Why wouldn't these 20's be on the V's? (Why wouldn't this money
I make another on of America's hotties And I'm that serious mommy I'm the one, like the Jet Li flick The private jet ski's sick The motors on the jet
(Woo Woo) It's the realest that you've ever seen (New Fabolous, Paul Cain) And ya'll know who I be right? (Come, On!) Lo, Lo, Lo Lo Lo Loso (Yea!) Lo
man Real Talk Of New York [Verse 1: Fabolous] Its all eyes on me like Mr. Shakur So they wanna (pause) the door Chicks come around and put kisses on
model.. she said ya earring, look at that thing. thats even bigger then the rock on my ring now shes got a man, plays for the hawks. im like come on ma
done pretty well for myself A couple trophies on my shelf so what else Could I want that I don't have yet Well a little more cash and my own fast jet
pretty well for myself Couple of trophies on the shelf What else could I want that I don?t have yet A little more cash and my own fast jet So I can go
no running to the trunk, I got my pistol on me Cause ain't no telling when a bitch nigga, try to tun up on me I'm coming after your camp, me and my O
