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    Fa Ha

      About "Fa Ha"

      Lyrics for LL Cool J - "Fa Ha"

      "Don't you know, don't you know"
      See this is worldwide baby
      "That it's wrong"
      Germany, Italy, France, Japan

      "To take what is given"
      Many foreign lands,
      Talkin' bout {Ha!) Queens

      I'm talking bout, Brooklyn
      I'm talking bout, Uptown
      I'm talking bout, downtown

      Oh y'all with this too Jerz!
      The girl like, Strong Isle (oh they wild)
      The girl like, Connecticut
      Yo they get them, they need to get more shout-outs up there, word up
      "To take what is given "

      Breaker breaker one-nine, I had a rendezvous
      Pop vintage wine with this dime, hot as a barbecue {Ha!)
      She was young, too wild without a curfew {HA!)
      Smile I hurt you, had me goin' berzerk too

      I'm guaranteeing she'll be leanin' in the coupe
      Fiendin' for your loot, little demon schemin' for Tiffany hoops {Ha!)
      Yeah, her right there, Dominicans is doin' her hair
      The jewels and gear, it's all there, fully equipped

      Body sick, she never played fair, yeah
      Far from classy, walk real nasty
      Talk real sassy, why you frontin'? Come smash me

      I can't do it baby-girl, your man might blast me for
      I can't die for American Pie
      Hypnotized 'cause somebody combined thighs and lies, but it's
      No surprise, your pipe will rise

      Don't bounce with her, puff a ounce with her, not wise, not with
      Papi chill, get sloppy, get killed by
      Blood streams the guillotine f'real, yeah
      Pop bottles with hot models and rock throttles

      I guess your motto is I'm a desperado
      Leave {HA!) alone, end up like Castellano
      Believe me, she flap her gums like Sammy Gravano
      It's easy, child barely an Italiano
      But don't do it, she'll have your eight by ten on every channel

      No honey can set your body on fire like
      Make you want to get higher and higher with
      Put your murder game down so you can buy it for
      Street dreams, you gon' hustle and retire with
      Walk in the crib, filled with desire for
      SL, the rims and the tires for
      Third strike, and all of your priors for
      Gave up your whole empire for

      She do it so fluid it's hard to see through it, 'til it's too late
      You want to time travel and re-do it, but wait
      You a inmate, or worse at the pearly gates
      Damn, all because you and {HA!) had an early date

      Close your eyes, recognize, visualize
      What's the real reason you really freezing them pies, huh?
      Tan lines, strawberry oil on the thighs
      Got you subconsciously contemplating suicide

      Should of learned, remember how your man died?
      Grabbed his iron, it was time to ride for
      Multiple homicides, taking lives for
      He's dead and gone, the next man's deep inside

      Check one-two, I select a few
      Jewels for those of you, who are still confused
      She's an obstacle, hot and tropical
      Fatty so rockable, that anything's possible with


      Cheese fantasies, dodgin' the D's to please
      Livin' life on a flyin' trapeze to keep
      Who's the one you want? Who you want to flaunt?
      She haunted, but who's the only bird you ever want?

      Why you sell drugs? Why you a thug?
      Why do fools always seem to fall in love with
      More advances than technology
      Every day I stack chips, whether music or flicks

      All these transparent cliques full of devilish politics
      Wish they could take my longevity and bottle it for
      But they can't so they kill for Grants
      Smuggle iron in the party, pop (ex) for hot sex with

      Love's an illusion, mental and emotional confusion
      Instant gratification oozing
      Exotic temptress, eyes just like a empress
      Split game relentless, I had to represent Miss

      [Chorus: x2]

      Yeah, oh yeah
      It's my 10th album, ha ha
      Hehe, and you don't stop
      I said this my 10th album, uh-huh, oh yeah yea yea, yeah
      And you won't stop, know what I mean?
      10 baby {Ha!)
      "To take what is given"
      We right baby, huh

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