ho that likes to jack it off and rub it in her chest I got a ho from the North, a ho from the South A ho that likes to suck it long and hold it in her
Piano Intro: Oh, oh Vrs1: Wasn't it you who left when I needed you? Wasn't it you who kept thinking I would be the fool? Then I heard over you, So, bad
Listen I know we been through our Ups and downs but you cheated and broke My heart I gave you a second chance But you never gave up so... well I'm going
357 cocked in my hand-- fixin' to get it crackin'. I guess they figured they get away, and wouldn't have to answer back to Kray, and Lay, Bizzy, Wish,
the fam, we let 'em in through the side door Hold on: That's the girl you gave a wedding ring? Man, me and my niggas nutted on her everything (Charlie Wilson) And
's like playing the piano And your fingers know just where to go You don't have to be a Mozart If you just play it from the heart, yeah, yeah And you
(Intro ? spoken) Now ladies and gentlemen, the man you've all been waiting to see and hear, star of opportunity knocks, Liverpool?s sub-comedian, the
back for more And my ashes drift beneath the silver sky Where a boy rides on a bike and never smiles And my ashes fall over all the things
up Bounced upstairs and got strapped up I love that drama shit I'm all gassed up I lit that kush up and got doughed up And thought about all the foul
eyes And sleep sweet dreams Me and you with wings on our feet I'm pushing an elephant up the stairs I'm tossing up punch lines that were never there Over
walked toward the house, you came to mind In bed I turned over and said nothing And I recalled in your voice something fresh and strange That gave our
them play a tango And in the mood they take a mambo It's way too early for the congo So keep a rockin' that piano That's why I go for that rock and roll
this time every morning With the wink in her eye she whispers goodbye Then she tells me somethin' sweet and knocks me off of my feet And normally Norma
I've been a lot of places and I've seen a lot of faces I've crossed a lot of bridges and I've even branded through But when I look behind me the only
like it when you scream, baby, let yourself go" I hit it and split it, lick it and quit it After the ride, put my clothes on and walk outside And before
head off and throw it on a grill Take the gold out your mouth and throw it in they grill Send a finger to your moms and let her know that this real
I'm chilling Glass pianos and Portuguese drapes, hang from the ceiling Persian rugs, Moroccan sofas I walk to the house in Paisley robes and Ferragamo loafers And
waste up, embraced by the muts in the cut Bullets sizzle up, leave you fist fucked, intense cut From Leatha and Uey, verbal gymnast Volvo, physical fitness, over
