Lyrics:
control it
Don't let it go slow down hold on
Now can I get a witness shout Hallelujah,Amen
I'm feeling the Holy Ghost makin' moves through ya
Smooth, I
a storm
(Love within a storm is repeated after every line)
Sweet, passionate, love-lusting love
Ya know that I miss you, and love you
Ya know that
Empty saddles in the old corral
Where do ya ride tonight?
Are you rounding up the doggies, the strays of long ago?
Are ya on the trail to Buffalo?
on this album if my man's and them rise
[Method Man]
Now speed it up, uh
[Chorus 2X: Run]
Run really make ya wanna drop, drop
Now wanna make ya go live,
Our life together could be eternal bliss
If we could just get close enough to kiss
And ya' know I'd like to get a crack at your love
Crack at your love
really kick my feet up and that's not karate
Yeah I really kick my feet up, let a thot massage 'em
Where ya ass was at when I was with the Hot Boys?
Aquellos besos ue quemaban mis labios
Aquellos cosas que temblando decÃas
Dónde han quedado
DÃmelo vida mÃa
Ya estoy cansada de esparar
Why de llorar
That's simple conversation
Is you rollin' up but you don't feel nothin'?
That's simple conversation
Baby is ya fuckin' with a real one?
That's simple
magazine covers
Get shot for the beat, wash up on the beach
Butt naked full of hoes, Timbs on ya' feet
Ya' stretched on the block, cover with the top
that broad day in the morning?
Nigga come and split ya melon, nigga, while you yawnin'
Make a ? out ya auntie house
just to get yo' 'cause nigga
Got mine
So let's sing na, na na na na, hey ya
C'mon and sing na, na na na na, hey ya
This is our song
That's all that matters cause
We all belong right here
like it? So yo won't'cha just come
Closer so you can see who's playin' that funky sound
That's goin' down and ya sayin' that
Jimmy Z is the one you
or five bullets in ya head
Yea, Luda! As if the gilatene chopped off my noggin I got my head gone, got the pedal to the metal and my lambo poppin in
So let's sing na, na na na na, hey ya
C'mon and sing na, na na na na, hey ya
This is our song
That's all that matters cause
We all belong
then ya song don't knock
You might get mopped like a floor so don't walk
You don't need to spit unless you live what you talk
(Let's go!)
loose to nobody
I love you, baby; yes, I do
Give shakin' mama, I told ya
I'm in love with only you
(Gotta) baby, do it; baby, why don't ya?
I'll give
comin' fo' ya'
In the streets is hungry goons!
Comin' to a neighborhood near you,
Today or someday soon.
Betta' watch yo' back, watch yo' front,
people gettin lye my niggas is gettin' by
If you can't see we bitches ya jags, we foward ya last
We Diamonds ya glass, we get pussy why'all ass. Give me
They call me Big L'why, Big Silly
Big Money, Big Billy
When I'm sliding in them all can ya hear me?
I be sexing wit these bars so ya feel me
[Chorus]
Don't let his wrist game fool ya
You the deal, be my ghetto princess,
Need to leave him right where you found him
Shawty you goin' be
came to party and uhh)
We got it started from that Dirty South (ha hah) ya heard me?
(Aiyyo, I like platinum) I like gold
My real niggaz don't spend
Where the governments watching what you do and say
Ay well alright, yea
Well I'm a tell you this story bout a n**** wit' glory
Ya I come from piss poor
the U.S.A
Where the governments watching what you do and say
Ay well alright, yea
Well I'm a tell you this story bout a nigga wit' glory
Ya I come from
Sigues siendo tu
Si aun te puedo rescatar
Lo que nos pase pasara
Lo que venga ya vendrá
Pero déjame intentarlo
Una ves más
No es que me quiera
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