Lyrics:
Ricetti

[Fat Joe talking] (Mack 10) Yeah, Terror Squad motherfucker! (And the Hoo Bangin affiliates.) Uh huh. I know you ain't think you was gon see this niggas

Lives swallow the infatuation Cleverly seduced Evil's in the stink of you Rise and fall, we decompose Rest against the sore Push breath and pull Ripping

A little bit of me and a whole lot of you Add a dash of starlight and a dozen roses, too Then let it rise for a hundred years or two And that's the recipe

To all those listening, this is my story About a confused girl and our boy, that's boring So either look at me, stupid and awkward But you leave and tell

Wanna know why there's a dead guy in my dining room Hit a dead end with my best friend, met his end too soon Cold blooded killer in the mirror, I don'

Le escribi a Juancito que yo no encontraba la inspiracion pa'hacer un merengue que lleve el sabor que hay en la provincia (bis) Le pedi a Juancito que

(Track 9 on "Dizzy Mizz Lizzy") Late in the night I'm taking a ride far away from town only see grey but what can I say? please don't drag me down

Dans un boudoir introduisez un coeur bien tendre Sur canape laissez s'assoir et se detendre Versez une larme de porto et puis mettez vous au piano Jouez

Take a husband who enjoys other women take a wife that's left alone a lot Take a paycheck that's been all spent on liquior That's the recipe for marriage