Lyrics:
You
Like the rain over the seas, your love it covers me
You make me happy!
Happy, happy happy happy happy happy
Your love is all I need
We got a soul
that sing my song
And it's a song that's strong about right and wrong
And I'm rock it to you baby baby all night long
And it's a song about love
drive em
Home theaters, can't Best Buy 'em
These niggas that I roll with
Don't let a single thing get by 'em
King pins and them drug lords
Chi-town,
'cause it's about to go down
Let me tell you 'bout someone I love
He makes me so happy
He gives me goosebumps
He takes care of me
Supplies all my needs
I
I drive a bucket
And won't think nuttin' of it
She can ride or walk, either leave it or love it
I show her that I'm not the O, the N-E, say
I'm
"Ice Cube, do you think you could give me some money to get my hair done?"
What's wrong with your hair right now?
"Well you know I get it done
sai, che memori e ti struggi, da me tanto rifuggi?
So ben: le angoscie tue
Non le vuoi dir
Ma ti senti morir
Mimì
Io vedo ben che quella poveretta tutta
thats Only greatness I chase
Make I bust like pimples wey dey Worry my face
Poisonous flow, rappers I go give Them a taste
Said I be king claimed my spot
Central Park was a thrivin' black town
Yo, Chuck, I'm fightin' the power right now
Thank you, Flav and P-E, puttin' it down
Puttin' your life on the line
Fuck it, off with his head!
Make him stand front and center, let me see what the rookie got?
Bet a nigga ain't got nothin', they bluffin'!
Tryin'
it's after dark
Times you would hold me, sit and laugh as we played in parks
Six children, king of the house, you made your mark
The love you gave us
a rug
Bitch niggas want to know if it's true
Let me tell you motherfuckers who you listening too
Its the I dot get shot C E
Big D reload flip the clip
What makes a man is it Gucci or the comma commas
That's the plan make a band and then another dollar
What makes a song
Is it pleasing all the critics
growed up I wanted to be a king
Wanted to be the king, look at my pinky ring
Look at your bitch in the kitchen
Whippin' and whippin' that thing
I don't
gon' wreck shop, watch me do it
This ain't '94 ho
[Interlude: Big Moe]
Yeah yeah
Chillin with my boy on his birthday
I'm that young G, yeah M-o-e
Gotta
gon' wreck shop, watch me do it
This ain't '94 ho
[Interlude: Big Moe]
Yeah yeah
Chillin with my boy on his birthday
I'm that young G, yeah M-o-e
Gotta
King over
Things we
Believe
Wooooo
And you are
Edidem
I know
Edidem
And you are
Edidem
Edidem
Mma demme
Idap ubaghasen
Ubaghasen
I know your
Love
The days go by, we argue all the time
I want to make it right, ‘cause that was last night
Baby we gon' be alright, baby we gon' be alright
Yea yea
bracelets and rings
All of the little accents that make me a king
I never hear the disses they try and point out to me
But it's whatever if somebody won't
happy
The more that you slap me, the more that it turns me on
'Cause you love me, and I love you more
It's sick, but who could ever predict we'd be
Jays to control a sound
But D-Nice, you're gonna make the party live
[D-Nice]
Bust it, yo
I love to diss whores, I love to do tours
Makin
(yeah-yeah)
It's your turn (oh, it's your turn yeah, yeah)
So do your best (do your best to)
To make me happy and keep it goin' on (goin' on)
It's your turn
the numbers?
How much did you sell?
What's the radio spins?
How much shampoo can you sell with
Your face on it and shit?"
Remind me again why we in this shit?
and that's facts jack
I say You're the Christ
(I say it out loud)
Been healed by your stripes
(Yessir)
Ain't gotta think twice
(No way no way)
I give You my
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