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me."
His daddy tells him, " Son its just not right.
Shes from money boy, she's not your kind.
Don't even call, shell just turn you down.
You're from
of Jack the Ripper," what? Nigga please
I'ma push you further back than your hairline recedes
New York City, don't get it confused
Your song
Sunday school
L.L. Cool J is hard as hell?
So hard at night he's Jezebel
I heard the teller, Himmemel
How you think he wrote the song?
Rock the bells!
Life is just food
With influence and choices
Can you taste it
I could eat yours today
Tell me what more to say
If you can't hear
You need to shut
all such a blur
Had a blast, I assume
But I'm really not sure
Exactly where I am now, baby
Wake up and tell me your name (excuse me)
'Cause this
Holding me down could be a challenge
The media tells me I'm unbalanced
And I hate it all I'm bound to fall
You could be in for the long haul
Everyone
to the ocean and not tell anybody.
I watched Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon in a dollar theater in Aberdeen.
It was a rainy matinee 2001, Sunday, March 18th,
Show me I'm not that lonely
I need you by my side
I wanna no waste no time
I dream of you be mine
So please don't tell a lie
Do you really love me
Or do
walkin' from school
Back from the class where the room packed and it's (No one) by my side
Shiiid, it's 7pm, make me some dinner 'fo bed, drinkin' a (Slow
to move
I said, Baby, I dont parlez vous
She said, "Voulez vous touche
Then she took me by the hand
And I knew that she wanted to dance
Ya c'est la vie baby
In The Song*
Yo, I hope you realize one day
That ya week is Monday threw Sunday
So listen to my why-O, here's my bio
And next to me, ha, your not
In The Song*
Yo, I hope you realize one day
That ya week is Monday threw Sunday
So listen to my why-O, here's my bio
And next to me, ha, your not
In The Song*
Yo, I hope you realize one day
That ya week is Monday threw Sunday
So listen to my why-O, here's my bio
And next to me, ha, your not
(On Top)
Tell them niggas come and get it,
They can fight me to the finish
They can’t take away from me what wasn’t taught
(Verse 3)
Why everybody
the ends got to fill the city
Got the whole ends and Richard with me
Man like Goose and my nigga Sticky
Ashmond just got the Richard Mille
Man can't call
put it in a verse
Bitches frequently askin' me, "Do them bullets really hurt?"
Can't answer no questions unless you really from the turf
But I can
And grinding and grinding
Gyal dip and bounce start whining
You see Spliff, Sean Paul and Busta Rhymes, Zeen
(We got dough) You could tell by what we driving
[Verse 1]
I'm {easy} easy, easy like Sunday morning
I can kick a stupid nervous joint when I'm yawning
Ah, Common's comin' with that old oh excuse
feet
Everybody knows we gonna steal the scene
Yeah
She's like a star, straight from the runway
Meet at the bar, this ain't a Sunday
Hop out the car, this
your heels, tell me how you feel girlll
I already know the deal, know that shit get real girlll
Friday night it's Onyx
Sunday night it's Liv
Got
walk around and I try to hide
Cause your eyes
They are telling me good by
I drive my car
Hear the radio
Playing songs
That go around and around in my
truth, too hard to swallow
This a tale that's been told six ways from Sunday
I could give you one more, if you want to take a chance to dance on the blade
shirt cause you said it was your favorite color
Pulled me close and whispered sweet nothings
You couldn't tell but I was blushing
Kissed me while Our Song
Drinkin' on somethin'
Man I gotta be drinkin' on somethin'
Just chillin' with me, what the hell you doin' smokin' on green
Gotta be drinkin'
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