Lyrics:
gently by the arm,
Then it said to him with its sacred charm:
"Rise and walk with me, you won't be harmed"
It quietly led him towards the great window,
wills, you will wake again
God evening, good night, watched over by tiny angels
Who show the little Christ Child's tree in dreams,
Sleep now, blessed
to the uttermost,
And give his child a better bringing-up
Than his had been, or hers a wish renew'd,
When two years after came a boy to be
The rosy idol of her
I don't really I don't really I don't really I don't really give a d
About any man, woman, child thinking they can tell me who I am
Individuality is
problem child
Problem ta the devil and his child meow
Any my daughter Psalm a child of God
Ooh and my wifey ga be by my side yea
Ima bring her out no need
Then you might gon die slow
Speakers bout to blow up
That's what you get
When I be with Kaliko
I'm a good guy but I can turn evil
I'm the loud child
More
I can't even depend on you
you say a lot of good things
But something else you always do
Be a man of your word
Try to love something other than
Would I be standing at the altar by her side?
Would her child be mine?
And I think that I've just seen
The Life That Could Have Been
She's happy now
though
Fast lane, where did my life go
I'm still a child to most, bout to end my life though
Goin through my life, passing by the landmarks
Back when I
on low-rider bikes
Cat named Russel Simmons got blessed in Good Night
You done fucked up like cripwalkin by Suge Knight
"That's what happens when you reach
know you gonna be right there
By my side down to ride
Guiding me through all these troubles of mine
I still remember when we used to nickel and dime
We
go talk to her, son, hold on for a minute, son)
[Solomon Childs]
Excuse me, what's good, girl? You look familiar
Was you on the Ron G. ski trip in '95
right she dont be complaining
Fuck her good i dont leave her hanging
Trust a bitch i'll never do it
She was wit me trappin out the buick
Ima flipper
yeah
Imma make him spend this cash, yeah
Big tymer nigga, yeah
I'm a money flipper, yeah
Get a check, make it a bigger, yeah
Far from a beginner, yeah
bitch flipper
Pussy good enough Imma bad bitch tip her
Pussy wet enough Imma bad bitch lick her
Real ass nigga I'm a real big dripper
Hmm yeah
Real go
heavy like my wrist
Oh whoa
Four wheel crazy might crash out folk
Probably won't fall in love with her
And she knows
Handsome
I could be in vogue if I
don't know!
What makes him so good?'
He ain't got no distractions
Can't hear those buzzers and bells,
Don't see lights a flashin'
Plays by
the world
Is fall in love by walks of all men and women, it's all boys and girls
When you feel your life's too hard
Just go have a talk with Good
[Snoop
starting over
Got me rolling you not Kelly
But a child is in our destiny
Maybe we can name her Mya
Once you get the best of me
So what's good baby
We ain't
to style us
Ask go, do you got a girl? Yeah, I buy her diamond rings
Fuck me till she rock my world, beat the pussy I'll be good
I'll be sure to take my time
real them ho's fake
I'm Sweet James Jones when you come through bitch
I treat you good because you know I'm rich
I was in the ghetto-had nothin'
Sold
by the grace of God
I am a tree planted by the river side
I beareth my fruits in due season
My leaves grow greenish day by day
Oh yes I am a child
the freedom in your eyes
And I was too busy watching you
Going wild, child
To be worried about going to jail
You were thinking that
Running for it
Would
Something's got a hold on me
(Oh, it must be love)
Something's got a hold on me right now child
(Yeah, it must be love)
Let me tell you now
I never felt
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