Lyrics:
I've got sunshine on a cloudy day
When it's cold outside I've got the month of May
I guess you'd say
What can make me feel this way?
My girl (my
the photograph.
He blew his mind out in a car
He didn't notice that the lights had changed
A crowd of people stood and stared
They'd seen his face before
I see you everyday walking down the avenue
I'd like to get to know you, but all I do is smile at you
'Cause when it comes to talking, my tongue
That I adore you, dear
But grant me
Just the same
I'm not entirely to blame
For love
You'd be so easy to love
So easy to idolize
All others
Nigga!
Till a nigga D-I-E, I be forever thuggin baby!
The same nigga that's why the streets still love me baby!
Bitch I'm from Dade County.
See
D-J Khaled (D-J Khaled)
Ooh
The streets is fed up (who else nigga?)
We fed up (we the best)
The runners, Usher talk to 'em
It was all a dream
I've got sunshine on a cloudy day
When it's cold outside I've got the month of May
I guess you'd say
What can make me feel this way?
My girl (my
And wondering why it's me you're wronging
I tell you I mean it
I'm all for you body and soul
I can't believe it
It's hard to conceive it
That you'd turn
If I needed someone to love
You're the one that I'd be thinking of
If I needed someone
If I had some more time to spend
Then I guess I'd be
they are all lies
As bad as you are you stick around and I just don't know why
If I was you man baby you'd (never worry about)
What I do (I'd be
that I'd win her in time
When I felt her heart beat close to mine
And once in her arms
Then I knew anything I would do
Just for the love of a woman
Just
[Bridge:]
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
I'm,I'm,I'm,I'm,I'm really,really
Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot
Let me holla' at the d.j.
Come on d.j. put
And wondering why it's me you're wronging
I tell you I mean it
I'm all for you body and soul
I can't believe it
It's hard to conceive it
That you'd turn
together to make it all real
It?s what you'd been hopin? all along you'd feel
Well you can lean on me
Lean on me, when you're not strong
And I'll be your
D-J Khaled (D-J Khaled)
Ooh
The streets is fed up (who else nigga?)
We fed up (we the best)
The runners, Usher talk to 'em
It was all a dream
get that
That money's fallin' like rain
I'm VIP that's champagne
I'm K I D do my thang
And yes indeed I got change
Or shall I say I got paper
She gets too hungry for dinner at eight
She likes the theater and never comes late
She never bothers with people she'd hate
That's why the lady is
servin' on a platter
So what we gonna have, dessert or disaster?
I never thought I'd be in love like this
When I look at you my mind goes on a trip
Then
If the hands of time
Were hands that I could hold,
I'd keep them warm and in my hands
They'd not turn cold.
Hand in hand we'd choose
Yeah, wish I told her how I feel
Maybe she'd be here right now
But instead
I pretend that I'm glad you went away
These four walls close in more
on a CD
Shape it up, trim 'er down, who gives a damn 'bout how it sounds?
I don't think Waylon done it that way
And if he was here he'd say "'hoss,
I would take the stars
Out of the sky for you
Stop the rain from falling
If you asked me to
I'd do anything for you
Your wish is my command
I
As time goes by the tales grow taller about possum in Possum Holler
As a young man I'd go a courtin' with my sweetheart so young and fair
Down
D-J Khaled (D-J Khaled)
Ooh
The streets is fed up (who else nigga?)
We fed up (we the best)
The runners, Usher talk to 'em
It was all a dream
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