farewell kiss to me He's sure got a lotta gall To be so useless and all Muttering small talk at the wall While I'm in the hall Oh, how can I explain
feelings, I start to stealin' they shit Then I'm out just like a thief in the night, I sink my teeth in to bite You thinkin' life, I'm thinkin more like
shit then I'm out just like a thief in the night I sink my teeth in to bite You thinkin life, I'm thinkin more like - whassup tonight? Come on ma
no pot to piss in I tend to leave them quite offended if they too dependent I'm pitchin bitches that's dreamin' thinking I'm trickin' chicken I'm simply
I, man, am regal A German am I Never odd or even If I had a hi-fi Madam, I'm Adam Too hot to hoot No lemons, no melon Too bad I hid a boot Lisa Bonnet
're a perfect ten, I wanna get in Can I get down so I can win I like the way you work it No diggity, I got to bag it up I like the way you work it No
and girls, I got a new riddle Who's the new old perm just tryn' play second fiddle? No disrespect, I'm not tryna belittle But my dick worth money, I put
, for just one little smile I'll sing and play for you for the longest while Lisa says Lisa says Lisa says, oh, no Lisa says Lisa says, honey, you must think - - I'm
at all? Don't be a fly in my Martini, baby, come on down That roof is high and I'm not climbin' tonight Come down and I'll give you somethin', hey, to
this life. I've got him on my mind again, And though I search I never win. I'm told that if you seek you shall find your Angel though I'm, I'm throwing
latifah.i am southern land not keefer.Y-M-E for young money entertain...run dummy finna bang it! you want beef then my money will arrange it..i am not
I appreciate that, homeboy Not a problem, you know I do it ?cause I love ya Now I got to give a shout out to Seagram's gin ?Cause I drink it, and they
of nigga that'll break it down slow I rhyme like an artist, such as DaVinci Like the Mona Lisa, I'm a sight to see This is not a tale and I'm not a
and just say, "Aye" I'm at a loss for words 'cause y'all already said it all I think I'm runnin' out of cliches, I'm gettin' writer's block (Psyche) When I
so hard For me to come up with shitty to say (Ayyyyyy) I'm at a loss for words 'cause y'all already said it all I think I'm runnin' out of cliches I'm
eye All I wanna do is kiss your hand Let you know I'm not just another fan I am the man And I don't give a damn about who you know I got a 48-track studio
what I do I seem to make The same mistakes that I'm tryin' not to They say I gotta change my evil ways And I'm workin' hard at it every day But no matter
I'm on my grind, I think I'm Larry Hoover, I think I'm Big Meech, I think you need the streets to succeed the inner street. but I'm a different route