Girl, the way you're movin' got me in a trance DJ turn me up, ladies this yo' jam I'ma sip Moscato and you gon' lose them pants Then I'ma throw this money
Hey what's up You've reached Christina's answering machine Please leave me a message after the tone Thank you, bye When I met you, I never through this
Yo, after tonight Don't leave your girl around me True playa for real Ask my nigga, Pharrell C'mon Just ask for your dad You smell him, yeah you smell
Oíche Chiún [Silent Night] Oíche chiúin, oíche Mhic Dé, [Silent night, night of God's son.] Cách
Incinerate my skin And touch me far far beyond Burn me out, my sin And take me deeper underground I know it's way too late When this dance has begun So
Hit my snooze alarm for the 27th time Just don't feel like goin' to work - I think I'll call my boss, then I'm Gonna hack and cough and wheeze Swear
1 - 4 the treble, 2 - 4 the bass come on all-4-one, let's rock this place. . . all-4-one is in the house, you better ask somebody party time is in
Mmm, why dontcha let me call you sweetheart? I'm in love with you. Mm, let me hear ya say that you love me too. Keep the love-light glowin' in your eyes
So young for death, we walk in shoes too big But you play it like a poet like you always did And I lay face upturned on the palm of God Pushed on by the
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When we are in a friendly situation My conversation may not be smart But if we've to have a perfect understanding Let's call a heart a heart There are
Once they called it ragtime And it had its fling It's the same old syncopation Now they call it swing Then they played it jazz time To a buck and wing
What is this thing called love? This funny thing called love? Just who can solve its mystery? Why should it make a fool of me? I saw you there one wonderful
[Common talking] Yea,Yea,Yea You know, they call me a pimp, and you know what that mean I'm a Person that's Making Profit. See I pimp internationally
When Jah call Get ready, get ready When Jah call on you to move along, you better get ready When Jah call on you to move along, you better get ready
What a mess in the space You set your hair on fire again In the rustiness of your age Another rider up in flames Move in on you In a most sick century
[Cop talking] I just don't get it anymore. They don't even gang-bang with a purpose. Cold-hearted killers that barely that barely got facial hair. I'm