Lyrics:
I could never forget to
Cherish is the world I use to remind me of
... your love
Romeo and Juliet, they never felt this way I bet
So don't
This Manhattan man
Says I miss Manhattan, man
And if you don’t understand, that’s fine with me
But if I could see Manhattan, man
I’d scream
play with me I couldn't make it up
Niggas' lame, got a name
Off of faking stunts
We was spinning with them 30's
Bout to drop a dub
Fake love from them
the sea
But when the air turns chilly, there's just one place I really wanna be
I love Manhattan in December
I like the Big Apple dipped in snow
Christmas
singers: Betcha, by golly wow your the one that I've been waitin' for forever
and ever will my love for you keep growin' strong, keep growin' strong
On the floor we sitting down
In Manhattan it's me and my baby girl
We making love on the fifth floor
She Looked me in my eyes this what she said
Can
too, I was slow to move
They felt they couldn't trust me and that shit was true
How you think it made them feel to see me around you?
And it was never
or nothin' less
the kindest guy I ever knew
His mother's tears fell in vain
the afternoon George tried to explain
that he needed love like all the rest
Pa
duh
Da da da da da da duh
Leavin' home on a Greyhound bus
Cast out by the ones he loves
A victim of these gay days it seems
Da da da da da da
duh
Da da da da da da duh
Leavin' home on a Greyhound bus
Cast out by the ones he loves
A victim of these gay days it seems
Da da da da da da
me to present (yeah)
I admit I love God but wait
It's so much temptation but wait
And mental, the drinking and smoking too much
But it helped me
THE SANDS HOT ENOUGH TO MELT ME
IF ANY ONE WONDERS WHAT KEPT ME GOIN'
IF THEY DON'T KNOW BY NOW, IT AIN'T WORTH KNOWIN'
IT WAS LOVE
IT WAS BEAUTY
IT WAS
light
Peep my cup, betcha couldn't tell that it was Sprite
I give a fuck about her face, she walkin' with a bamski, I'ma strike
For real (yeah)
I
Manhattan, then we take Berlin
I'm guided by a signal in the heavens
I'm guided by this birthmark on my skin
I'm guided by the beauty of our weapons
First we
frustration, baby
Won the pools
Couldn't get 'em in
Couldn't get it in
Manhattan pattern up on the wall
Lives on vitamins
I can hear you call
Big dapple
(right time)
When I get her Imma grab her by the wrist
Pull her close to me, hug her and tell her this
[Chorus]
Baby you should let me love you, let
there eyes
I look deep up inside, deep enought to feel a vibe
go head tell a lie, betcha can't get one by
learned threw family ties, the only way to stay
'm being direct
I'm unimpressed by these bitches that I see in the press
I'm kinda vexed by the trash like I'm cleaning a mess
'Cause they as real when
a sexy mutha well-a
I like 'em real wild, b-boy style by the mile
Smooth black skin with a smile
Bright as the sun, I wanna have some fun
Come and give me
by this young bitch, a dumb bitch
I offered her ones, she wanted hundreds
She don't even drink, shorty sips SunKiss
Caught me on the one on one, always
he died as a crook
He had a baby that he couldn't raise
And she will never see her father again, 'cause he's in a grave
I always think about
Followed by a law man and then came a firetruck
Put his ass on the stretcher
But if he survives, I'm willing to betcha
He'll be out for revenge
They
soldier ass niggas
I'm murder city's Sergeant Slaughter
Guaranteed to get more cut than a barber
I betcha I'll drill your heifer like Black & Decker
The way that you turned your back on me
Just when I may have needed you most
Oh, you thought it was over
You can just close the chapter
And go about
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