jumped out the car and we was feelin' like g's I was broke that day but lookin' like I slang keys but these hoes will neva know 'cause them ones will
s reality tall, hot, sexy, and white but her personality is as black as night maybe she has problems cause she's sexy wit hips but I know the samething happen' to Remy Smith
Let's go back to spoonin' back to Black Moon and back to when wrestlin' had it's own cartoon and they used to sleep on us now they demand us Will smith
to Richmond, my shine is sickenin' Ice drips, frost bits, so forfeit I got to rewrite this mackin' game, baby Layin' in the barber shop, knowin' haters is shady Maybe
premeditated scheme Introduce a drug called 'Crack' to us ghetto teens Got a law for raw niggas, now playa, what it be like? When will niggas see they
baby.) (will: ha, ugh.) It's all about the things you do. (I'm about to lose control.) Boy you knock me out. (will: girl you knock me.) Can't hold it, (will
Maybe mine next heartache will be the final one Cause maybe I won't love you when it's done This love that's kept me yours so long will die someday if
from the past Those arms are not real but somehow I feel If I'd just close my eyes then maybe it will last Invisible tears in my eyes...
Maybe there's a light in my soul Maybe it flickers like a neon sign Outside an abandoned hotel Maybe there are things you just can't know But can you
t touch the ground alone She is overrated She is overrated She is overrated And I am over her Pay me nothing but attention And I will be yours Maybe
'm sure that I'll get over you as time goes by Cause I found three ways to ease the pain cry cry cry [ steel ] Maybe someday all the cheers will wash
and need a gentle hand to guide them along So maybe I'll see you there we can forget all our troubles forget all our cares So go Downtown things will
Everytime our worlds meet I start crying All my heart strings grow tied than common wound Cause I know you'll go back to the dark side will my love ever
[parrish smith] Relax while I tax, or you can just max It really doesn't matter, just stay the hell back Poppin much junk, now the time has arose-n I
you once, I tell you twice, Vinnie don't play that So don't start, there will be none is the lesson, folks I hate cigarettes but my Smith-N-Wessun smokes
Its B sig in the place with state P And we got what it takes to rock the mic right yea Still watch what you say to B.sig 'Cause I still will knock your
Pooh's the pistol-toting, dank-smoking, bitch-choking Young player from Oakland I was taught by O.G.'s fool, what you stressing? AK's, Mac 12's fool, Smith