is for me, is for me It?s just for me, hey, hey, hey Your love is for me, for me, for me For me Your love is for me, is for me, for me Just for me Your
is for me, is for me It's just for me, hey, hey, hey Your love is for me, for me, for me For me Your love is for me, is for me, for me Just for me Your
I rape songs Fatt Father collarin fake bums, like Steak-umms With great guns, that'll have you covered in A1 Al Green told me I was hotter than cooked
cry no more? No reason for me to get high no more No reason for me to say goodbye no more Then you could be forever mine me amore I know everybody
die Stay higher than a hello, how you doin? Burn the rubber till the tires ruin Burn a coat of fire human Cause this Drag Burnin like the grits on Al Green
that's me You understand? For all that fighting, you understand that sucka think he good, that sucka think he can whoop me and I know he can't whoop me
by dues I know killas, who pump John Coltrane for mellow moods Or Al Green when they riding on beef Heat, under the lap, on top of the seat Easy to back out, for
tables turn and that Al Greens plays I see my mother's afro as momma taps her toes as she rolls her jays And my poppa just left the house, in search of
Stuy Brooklyn to Beijing East coast hostess hostile colossal, money flarin like nostrils for drug dealin apostles, huh Al Pacino down to Nino Brown Me
Some places may be greener, but I don't give a damn 'Cause I'm Fair Dinkum, bloody oath I am. Now I was in the doctor's just the other day He told me
my best friends from back in the day Down the street form Calumet a school full of stones He nicknamed me K-Rock so they'd leave me alone Bulls jacket
Oh, oh, oh, yeah [Joe C.] See me cruisin' in my caddy, ho's they like to call me daddy Cool, when I'm stylin', just rollin' on my island Now just in
greener on my side - eh eh eh And I got all my moros here - Guantanamo Just me y my familia - eh eh eh [Rapverse1 (Isam)] Ey chico! Just idle the car
love me later, how could a hater blame her Shoot, Im just that dude that kick bars for a living Get rich and trick collect cars for a living Houses on
, keep a place for me kid Ain't nuttin changed -- still _Party and Bullshit_ We used to +Fuck R&B Bitches+ and see who rhyme sickest For every hit you
pop bubbly, one for B.I.G. and one for Pac Nigga, trust me, I'm hot as they get, like Al Green Getting hit by a pot of them grits, yo, nahmeen? Y'all
: (feat. Bill Chill, Gangsta Blac) [Bill Chill] Do you mind if we..... You and me, me, me, me, me, me we be gettin' it on? What I wanna do, what I wanna
Stay higher than a hello, how you doin? Burn the rubber till the tires ruin Burn a coat of fire human Cause this Drag Burnin like the grits on Al Green
