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He could only Ask Jeeves
Because daddy was born in the 1900s
Back before the dawn of history
Daddy was born in the 1900s
A relic of the previous
I Dial 1-900 Santa and a nigga from the NOLA answered sayin he like them bitches out in Broward from the east/
I took him to Miami where the beach is
In the 1900s
In the 1900s
In the 1900s
In the 1900s
Movie stars
On silver screens
Electric guitar
Rock and roll kings
We didn't have cars
We went
Call the number on your screen.
Talk to the girl of your dreams.
Tell her how you really feel.
You can't touch her, but she's real.
1-900
water to feel so blue
I could have everything, and i'd still want you
Still want you
Still want you
Got me singing like
1900 yesterday
1900 yesterday
1900
the word and I will do it
Call me
I can be anything that you need me to be
Just request it
Boy, I'm your hotline
Your personal 1-900 number
Anything
1-900-Hustler, Sigel, holla at your boy
What's the problem shorty?
Yeah what up man
I'm the only nigga from Brooklyn out here man
I'm tryin
这是一段危险的旅程
踩着孤独无知的情操
这是一段甜蜜的光影
点燃惶恐又是惊叫的喧闹
(伴唱:时光在1900里
距离在1900里
恍恍惚惚拉远的距离
我们的心在1900里)
喔哦~~
这是一种伟大的欲望
困难将我燃烧
穿越了无尽的长河无尽的人群
Me no compare, me no compete
Me no compare, me no compare oh
Me no compare them go see
Everything I say born in the 1900s and the thing so clean
They say it's a witness, can't get Caught with it, no clout I want, Money gang, 1900's, toss a 50, hit His dome, go get mopped up, call a C, he gon'
这是一段危险的旅程
踩着孤独无知的情操
这是一段甜蜜的光影
点燃惶恐又是惊叫的喧闹
(伴唱:时光在1900里
距离在1900里
恍恍惚惚拉远的距离
我们的心在1900里)
喔哦~~
这是一种伟大的欲望
困难将我燃烧
穿越了无尽的长河无尽的人群
1-900-Hustler, Sigel, holla at your boy
What's the problem shorty?
Yeah what up man
I'm the only nigga from Brooklyn out here man
I'm tryin'
En 1900 6 ou 7
Le bon monsieur Fallières
Présidait la France
Ma grand-mère était cousette
Et ses cousins portaient
Des pantalons garance
A midi
(Woah)
(Oooohh)
We got 1900 shots. We got 1900 guns
We got 1900 run up on his block and spray his shit
We got 1900 run up on his block and stab his
1-900-Hustler, Sigel, holla at your boy
Whassup Sig? This Chris out the Young Guns dog
Whattup?
I'm ready to smash these niggaz in the rap game
The niggaz
a hold of my Visa
And dialed the number flashin' on my screen
1-900-SHEILA
You can tell it all to me
I'm your phone fantasy
1-900-SHEILA
Oh man!
drop down like Iss sum to see (woah)
This shit is for my playaz' intact
I been fuckin up the game it's 1900 what
They know about that
You ain't see
a cigarette
Dreams that you soon forget
It's fading away
And it's 1900 yesterday
I thought you felt the same
Tell me who's to blame (who's to blame)
Make a mind blow
(All you bad, bad boys)
Dial 1-900-spanked
(All you bad, bad boys)
Call her up on the spank line, uh, hey
(All you bad, bad
Make a mind blow
(All you bad, bad boys)
Dial 1-900-spanked
(All you bad, bad boys)
Call her up on the spank line, uh, hey
(All you bad, bad
call
1-900-The-Shag
Looking for what you will never find
On the floor with pain and pleasure
Crawling for what might be treasure
You got your own
i'm gon' shoot you
Tryna hang with the gang
But we don't know your name
Little bitch who fucking are you
1900 that's the gang
Little bitch yea that's my
it
You're mad wack on a Mic but you swear that you ripped it.
(Chorus)
1900s Bert Williams got poetic on a track;
Then the Harlem Renaissance put
That even though we're
1900 miles apart
Still somehow you're holding my heart
And I know now that I won't be alone
'Cause no matter where I go
Your love
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