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Girl you know say me I love You so
And even though I'm a singer 
Baby Girl no think am 
Ama be the one to put that ring On ya finger

what you heard about me

Ooo am just
Waking up every day I am going to work
Doing everything that I can send you money home
I am here waiting for you
I

I need you here right now
I need you here right now with me
'Cause my love is nothing without you
Baby (Yea)
Therefore I am
Nothing, without you baby

we can slide
Know what they want beat when they say meet me outside
Said you gotta man but he nowhere in sight
Yeah I gotta man but he not here tonight

like a rave in a graze
They be lookin for the age in the face
Am I fading away by the day
Re attain
By the page to relate
what I been through
Back like

TALK TO ME
Words and Music by Sherma Andrews
Lady Singer Music (c)

Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh

VERSE
I've been starring at your photograph wondering

Hello Ma Baby

Bing Crosby

When You're Smiling [Parrot]

1995

honey 
Then I ring the bell, 
And this is what I say to baby mine

"Hello! ma Baby, 
Hello! ma honey, 
Hello! ma ragtime gal, 
Send me a kiss by

I do yeah
I gotta hella flows, by the case load
I be bout my money, bout my pesos
All you other singers it a'int safe no
Cuz I do just what I want

you would be over me by now?
So you go sleepin' with them clowns, they are no relief
She spoke her piece, I know, capisce
So love must be let go,

me things we can maybe ride
Every day and night
Like
Wild horses
Ma of course I'm by your side for surely
When I'm folded in my flaws you're my ironing

Cause I am a fucking beast
Real Nigga say Fuck the fear
You charge for the pussy but I fuck for free
Yeah I know who shot it but it wasn't me
Might been

(Hahahaha)
Puttin the work,
You know this shit too easy
I'm sending my addy
Bros come down and meet me
Prayin to god
I make it out alive
Prayin

me who I am
Tryna send a nigga home, grand slam

Guns gon' put you to sleep, stance
I get nervous when I see a white van
Live by the store, die by

if we speak on the high way
And I just know that am go leave when it's my day
but that don't mean I want be alone
So tell me can you pick up the phone

We are the L E the K I D
we are the palest pop band in history

We got inspired w didn't steal
The "around the world" with daft punk feel
Here's

Hello, my baby
Hello, my honey
Hello, my ragtime
Send me a kiss by wire
Baby, my heart’s on fire

I might snatch yo mommy
I might snatch yo aunty

are here again
When all the lights go down,
What do they show me?
The rules are all the same
It's just a different game
To tell you how I feel

your everything
Brother, your daddy, your mother
Your cousin, your best friend, your lover
Your chef in the kitchen, your personal singer
I'm out here

Murdering children and burying bodies
They try to protect us by spraying the shotties
I'm screaming the names of the kids that they murdered
They tell me

like souvenirs
I'm dropping pushing em' pushing em' outta here
Outta the listeners ear
I like to garden and pull out weeds
It give me peace not anxiety

Blud, what does man think?
I don't even know
I am sick of you lot
What does man think?
You think I am sitting here bruv? Bruv?
Worrying about

The Basement

Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth

Mecca and the Soul Brother

1992

what am I write, simple I can do this
Like Popeye to Brutus, I’m your host like a stewardess
Fly with the neighborhood hi-jackin' fella
So prepare for

people who travel
With pistols sitting in their lap 
So, here is to Rap

I am guessing they've conjured up evidence
It's circumstantial though
I feel like

Keep It True

Abstract Rude

Making Tracks

2002

am not a mongoloid
i am not annoyed by the void in your brain
this is not a trick son you are not a victim
you are just a man be	-boyed out the game