Lyrics:
offering me fourteen for this!
BRIAN
Fifteen.
HARRY
Seventeen. My last word. I won't take a penny less, or strike me dead.
BRIAN
Sixteen.
HARRY
Done.
don't hold it, lovin' that potent
I'm drinkin' and smokin', it still got me goin'
These bad hoes is gruntin', their booties is pokin'
Out them little
up, so come light me up
My baby
Little dangerous, a little dangerous, my boy
A little less conversation and a
Little more "touch my body"
'Cause I'm so
dangerous, a little dangerous, my boy (how I want it)
A little less conversation and a little more touch my body
'Cause I'm so into you, into you, into you
dangerous, a little dangerous, my boy (how I want it)
A little less conversation and a little more touch my body
'Cause I'm so into you, into you, into you
know I
Don't wanna be put in the spotlight
Back in the zone everything I touch gold, Midas
If you find me in the coal know that I'm heating up
Soon to be
way out"
From the pages of the Cress Theory
I know you hear me
If you out there, listen up, yeah
I know you feel me
Do I look suspicious on this track
me sixteen
96 bars of revenge i'm hard with the pen
I'm firing like I writ bars with the skeng
I can take out half of the ends
I feel like a one man
ethnic culture they can plug a mike to.
The imperialists rub their hands in glee
As the slave-boy hunts out butt-ends in the garbage cans.
Is it any
The less work I got on me, the better
Undercovers might blitz this bitch whenever
I used to play the block hoodied up
Servin' every car as they pullin' up
leaving me no choice, but to raise these three kids all by myself
I will not wait for you
A gift
To come home
I threw the candles out
Left your food
majority in the case of purely internal
affairs,--
ARTHUR: Be quiet!
DENNIS: --but by a two-thirds majority in the case of more--
ARTHUR: Be quiet! I
go to street, cop two keys and a bird
So y'all better have what you owe me! By sundown
Or else I'ma get Mystikal, Naughty By Nature, my boys
People they whispering
It don't get no realer
Sixteen with a body he a killer
Running around with a stick like Donatello
Man these niggas out to
Murder
Bust some shit out some lung
Don't know how it's going, Yungstar's still flowing
Flipping with Poyo, and his
Trunk is steady glowing
See that boy me
Bust some shit out some lung
Don't know how it's going, Yungstar's still flowing
Flipping with Poyo, and his
Trunk is steady glowing
See that boy me
I'm just stuck in all my problems
They're killing me
Hallucination slowly turns reality
I used to promise I would never touch sniff
That's a lie; I just
your wedding dress
Great expectations more or less
Playing with your dolls like any ordinary
Little girl
Candle light
Candle bright
Won't you light my
news as
They report about me, we're in trouble
Are you saying that
No, wait, let me finish have you thought of
The chance I'm taking by
Speaking out
Call me up to Your side
Draw me up to Your light
Let it blind me
Lord, refine me
Refine me out of my mind
Music by Peter Furler / Lyrics by Peter
Dripped and we draped out
Know what I talkin bout
You don't see my diamonds
Cause them boys comin out
I'm a take and break the mic
Yes that got me goin
stayed where I was, it seemed to me it would have dropped, more or less… but I took off, it actually carried on a bit further where the apartment was — hit
And Life Goes On
[Chorus]
She was sixteen, maybe seventeen
I was eighteen, nineteen maybe a little bit more
(was she a little more), ha ha
Yeah, huh,
white
I might just break em off, when I come dripped out right
Im talkin shoes by Hirachi, shirts by Versace
Hoes they gone watch me, but they all wanna
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