Lyrics:
Dabi m3blow
Papa bi kaa saa )de de hia saa de k)) Owuo mu
Do something for the mean time p3 kakra hy3 wo b)t) mu
Everybro wan get it large nanso
gave to me
Four calling birds
Three French hens
Two turtle doves
And a Danny Bonaduce
That's good! Yeah, yeah, it works, the syllables
Yeah, so I
thing
I'm the vibe yeah
I'm the one yeah
I'm the sexiest to do it how you like yeah
I'm the vibe yeah
I'm the one yeah
The sexiest to do it how you like
holding hands
[Part Three: Sweet Thing (Reprise)]
"If you want it, boys, get it here, thing
'Cause hope, boys, is a cheap thing, cheap thing"
Is
bitches to
"come to my hotel" to livin' in one
Man I ain't never backed down from shit
I got heart you know
The 40? Not an opening act
When it start to show
Kalabuley boys wanna see me down six feet
Nana is good
Baba is great
Anytime adey go on my knees adey pray
Nana joe dey answer yeah
Feeling by myself
like they do in Texas
Please - 1, 2, 3!
Fold 'em, let 'em hit me, raise it baby -
Stay with me love game intuition
Play the cards with spades to start
+ (Wyclef Jean)]
It's been three years (AH!), livin this fast life
I think on it, I know one day I won't have life
People don't know me over
+ (Wyclef Jean)]
It's been three years (AH!), livin this fast life
I think on it, I know one day I won't have life
People don't know me over
the by
The fee goes up
Or else we go
My dear old friend
Here's how things appear, old friend
He who pays the bill
Times two or three
Be sure he
a good thing
But you gotta (feel the same way I) do
So now it's midnight, haven't heard a reply
But I can see the truth lies in your eye
Could it be
a good thing
But you gotta (feel the same way I) do
So now it's midnight, haven't heard a reply
But I can see the truth lies in your eye
Could it be
Three days to get it on
And three days to get it off
And three more days to die
Then I'm six feet down
And I'm asking the good Lord up in heaven
Misunderstood"
Play it for the First Lady, she ain't feeling any good
Play Don Henley, play Glenn Frey
Take it to the limit and let it go by
Play it for Carl
ever give it up
Can’t stop til I get enough
One touch I’m miles above
Must of been bit by the bug
It’s got me crushing hard because
I-I-I like it
I like
to no good
We flip flop and serve hoes like flap jacks
(Snoop: But we don't love them hoes) Bitch, and it's like that
This is what you look for in a ho
of the darkest Guinness with an Irish heart
Three passports, one of them red, two of them blue
Lived Finsbury, and Stock Newington too
'Bout to witness the rise
Three shots upon the sky
Three bluebirds flying by
Three sons remind me why
I ended up in Crown Heights
Where's my confidence?
You know you
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
maybe?"
Please be his ex and be my bride
Don't blame it on yourself, sweet thing, you tried
Love you claimed to share just wasn't there
You're too good for
on the psychiatric couch
He said, "Tell me about it"
Well, the whole thing started at 3 o'clock fast
It was all over by quarter past
I was down in the sewer with
nothing without you
I know better now
And I've had a change of heart
I'd rather have bad times with you, than good times with someone else
I'd rather
among the fortunate few
Whose affections can make each other's hearts flutter?
It's a good thing
More Love in the World is a good thing
The more you
departs
And ain’t no motherfucker that can tear it apart
You feel me? It’s the beat of the heart: Pulse
One man. One man. Can’t fuck a good thing up.
One
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