I could make music, music to dance by I can make music that won't let you cry I can make music, music that make you move your feet I can make music,
like I could make music, music to dance by I can make music that won't let you cry I can make music, music that make you move your feet I can make music
; I feel some but doubt they're, capable, to take it where you took it to I missed your wake not cause I'm fake cause I hate to see somebody so great
With a little make-up and with mine You can become someone else But two eyes that look at you So close and real Make you forget the words Confuse
gentlemen?Al Green! [Verse 1: Redman] Yo! Yo dogg! I'mma get this - shhhhhhh! - up, poppin' like "Yeah!" Chicken drawers be droppin' like "Yeah!" I keep
from her sometimes I have to wonder how I keep from goin' under I'm a cold muthafucka I fall to my knees & thank God before I do my thang I don't know
still Billy Joel to me! (accordion solo...) (If you listen closely here, you can hear someone yell "All right Alfie!") I can hardly wait for his next album, well I
like *Hebrews* Don't let the melody intrigue you (uh-uh) Cause I leave you, I'm only here for that green paper which the eagle Verse Three: Sheek I
Hebrews* Don't let the melody intrigue you (uh-uh) Cause I leave you, I'm only here for that green paper which lead you Verse 3- (Sheek) I'm strictly
do I can bury your bodies like an animal Because I'm a cannibal, I eat a nigga like food Ripping through your flesh so I can devour your heart Music
Gently Then I?ll do my job Invigorating, intense Girl, let me do what I do I don?t know what?s echoing louder The music or you Gently I ain?t close
the music play (A little Al Green, a little Luther and a little bit of Marvin Gaye) But it ain't over, I can't tell you everything that I'm gon' do
out there, I feel some But doubt they're capable to take it where you took it to I missed your wake not 'cause I'm fake 'Cause I hate to see somebody
world till I'm gone I'm bucking sat Corey Brooke he treating my niggaz wrong Until I'm gone, they gon' see who I be I'm pinching these bricks ducking
her sometimes I have to wonder how I keep from goin' under I'm a cold muthafucka I fall to my knees & thank God before I do my thang I don't know why
time that I spend I come old like toe fungus mold Ask my grandpop, Pop Duke gave my soul Then I came with that old Al Green shit Sadie, taught me the
world till I'm gone I'm bucking at Corey Brooke he treating my niggaz wrong Until I'm gone They gon' see who I be I picture this bricks ducking from the
queers I'll say it's disgusting, atrocious, and dull I'll say it makes boils inside of your skull I'll say it's the worst-of-the-worst of the Year,
