Letras:
Rocking Chairs Show Me The Way

t stay here I know who I wanna take me home I know who I wanna take me home I know who I wanna take me home Take us home. ["Way Moby Polka" by Al

thinkin': it's kind of late to go swimmin' but you know your mama she's one of those types of women who does crazy things and if she don't get her way

ABC of growing up There, there baby, it's just textbook stuff It's in the ABC of growing up [XV - Verse 1] Yeah, three women raised me Famous footwear paid me

hate me I know you muthafuckas bout to underrate me How does it feel to be you How does it feel to feel the way you do It's so decisive And I don't care

Give em more man, more [Verse 3: Beanie Sigel] Well fuck it I don't wanna stop Whatchu forgot the gun'll pop Tell me who ya wanna rock This true love

Fill me in on your new vision Wake me up with indecision Help me trust your mighty wisdom Yes, I eat cow, I am not proud Show me how you question, question

over to you You better shut your fuckin' mouth while you oh-for-two Back in ninety-four Limp opened the show for you Rocked the crowd better and stole the whole show

shadow Smoke loc vehicle Hit Triple 6 up on my motorola portable Keepin' it key low pro flow In the studio Part time jiggalo Rock a show to make

line It doesn't really matter if you wanna rock or roll Just take me with you when you go Swim the ocean for a million pearls Hitchhike all the way