Go for it, go for it, go for it, go for it Go for it, go for it, go for it, go for it Go for it, go for it, go for it, go for it Go for it, go for it
Översättning: Joe Jackson. Go For It.
for Anna Lee Anna Lee she had big street feet, she spends her nights out on the road So I started seeing Sally Jackson, I had to let old Anna Lee go
benz, with the wheels on it A celuarphone with no bills on it Get your ass on this, got to fill on, still want it Baby, leen on it, and I can put the
Wild with no backin? Doc get five on the mic like Joe Jackson Foreign *** feelin?me for my accent Talk like a boss, I can't complain When I do it, it
it all, but God save (Hhh) Your ass for clashin' with the soul assassin' (Hey, hey) That's like Mike fuckin' with Poppa Joe Jackson (Hhh) Ass whoop all
it ain't no runner ups I'm catching wreck because I'm getting vexed You can forget it if you think you're going to get it and rip it next Yeah, whatever
it don't matter She went and swallowed my baby batter You sick! I know you been a bitch I hate you worse than fans hate Joe D. for pickin' Darko Milicic
call it a tummy tuck My every records jumpin', or playin' double dutch I shit on rappers every verse just got the bubble guts [Verse 2: Joe Budden]
call it a tummy tuck My every records jumpin?, or playin? double dutch I shit on rappers every verse just got the bubble guts [Verse 2: Joe Budden] Let
Jackson I call her Mississippi, that was pretty witty Ya man like a black man tryna get re-elected He aint get it, did he? [Joell Ortiz] Sticking it
no need for chit or chat her body looks (log?), kinda good, yeah, but as for her face, Jabba The Hut I shoulda played Michael Jackson, told her to beat it
another slow jam This time make it sweet On a slow jam for my baby And for me [Verse: Romeo] Imma set the mood right yea you know I got it bad Turn
I'm perplex, exotic on Ampex Dog style champ, hittin' booty for butt sex I can't disguise myself like Michael Jackson The flasher, are you ready for
nowhere to go That's why life on the streets is like a trifular beat It'll echo in ya head till you're dead on the concrete Prince Ital Joe: Life in
us for bein' spazzes Let it be known we've never known for bein average We prime like a cornlio(?) re-enactment When it comes to talent, we the Jacksons
