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Hooker
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Трек «Hooker» вышел в 10 ноября 2003 г. г. на альбоме «{albumName}» (лейбл «Arista/Legacy»)Try This
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АльбомTry This
Дата релиза10 ноября 2003 г.
ЛейблArista/Legacy
ЯзыкEnglish
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ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
P!nk
P!nk
Исполнитель
Tim Armstrong
Tim Armstrong
Гитара, Лупы
Dave Carlock
Dave Carlock
Синтезатор
Janis Tanaka
Janis Tanaka
Бас-гитара, Акустическая бас-гитара
Vic Ruggiero
Vic Ruggiero
Фортепиано
Travis Barker
Travis Barker
Барабаны, Ударные инструменты
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
P!nk
P!nk
Композитор, Тексты песен
Tim Armstrong
Tim Armstrong
Композитор, Тексты песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Tim Armstrong
Tim Armstrong
Продюсер, Инженер
Dave Carlock
Dave Carlock
Инженер
Atticus Ross
Atticus Ross
Инженер
John Silas Cranfield
John Silas Cranfield
Ассистент инженера звукозаписи, Ассистент инженера
Fredrik Sarhagen
Fredrik Sarhagen
Ассистент инженера, Ассистент инженера звукозаписи
Tony Cooper
Tony Cooper
Ассистент инженера, Ассистент инженера звукозаписи
Al Clay
Al Clay
Миксинг-инженер

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And you ain't nothin' but a hooker
Sellin' your fuckin' soul
And you ain't nothin' but a hooker
Sellin' your fuckin' soul
Back up! They want you, I swear
You got no worries, you got no cares
All you got is motherfuckers who will jock you
Yeah, you got money in your pocket
And you shoot up the ground like a rocket
You move so fast, lord you can't stop it
There you are in the club swingin'
And I'm just standin' there, standin' there laughin'
All the things people have you believin'
I feel sorry for your ass is out of season
Maybe you should think of cuttin' down drinkin'
Cause you look like a fat rat sinkin'
I coulda helped you, but you had to act out
You don't have a fuckin' clue what I'm about
And you ain't nothin' but a hooker
Sellin' your fuckin' soul
And you ain't nothin' but a hooker
Sellin' your fuckin' soul
I saw it comin' through the line like a full back
You're a crack slack, a fuckin' rap back (yeah)
Don't react, you're not fact
Don't give a fuck, yes, like that
What you gonna do now that you ain't got nothin'
Look around honey, you been frontin'
Everybody knows that you're a fraud! (And I'm making records!)
My salutations, no hesitations
No reservation, just cancellation
And if I blow it then I blow it
'Cause I'm a poet and I know it
And you ain't nothin' but a hooker
Sellin' your fuckin' soul
And you ain't nothin' but a hooker
Sellin' your fuckin' soul
You wanna try me
Don't you know--
Written by: P!nk, Tim Armstrong
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