I want it just a little bit more I want it just a little bit more You finally had me thinking I was special But you're a liar and a whore It makes me
score I want it just a little bit more I want it just a little bit more You finally had me thinking I was special But you're a liar and a whore It makes
the good die young The good definitely die young This is a lil' somethin' To help you get through the day If you could It was more than a tragedy Emotions
What was a friend now a ghost in the dark, cold hearted bout it Nigga got smoked by a fiend, tryin to floss on him Blind to a broken man's dream, a hard
it down And it goes a little something like this Yo, dog, you see a little something you like? You say, here kittie kittie, here kittie kittie kittie And she lookin' all good
feel-good music Chill or act a fool with it Real thug n-ggas with real-life drama is just like watchin' a movie Soundtrack of my life Right how they bounce
Can I Get A Little Bit A L.O.V.E? (M.C) Can Ya Spend A Little Bit Of Dough On Me? (Bone Thugs) Can I Get A Little Bit A Ya T.I.M.E (The Lil Homeboy Bow
) Good morning? (Let?s work) Hello? (Let?s go) Good morning? (Let?s work) Hello? [Beat changes] Aiyyo? aiyyo, turn me up a lil? bit more I don?t think
, some people have to try just a little bit harder Before their life's work is done I said, the good Lord never makes a burden too heavy to carry He ain
you burlesque A little bit of naughty is a little bit nice Shes a whole lot of glam, take sugar, take spice Shimmy, shimmy, strut, strut Give a little
, love, Northern Lights I know life is good but I had my doubts I'm a positive person with a negative approach (ha) [Chorus: Classified] Turn me up a little more (more
bumped into another girl I knew Had a couple dates in high school, a type of girl you don't forget, simply beautiful We talked for a little bit, we took
at the end of the road Yeah we destined to grow, so remember control A bit of patience can work as a friend or a foe I'm lettin it out, so I don't bottle
: [Verse 1 - Lil Wayne] Throw dirt on me and grow a wildflower But it's "fuck the world", get a child out her Yeah, my life a bitch, but you know nothing
: I'm a soldier, i'm a soldier, i'm a soldier, i'm a soldier... Yo', never was a thug, just infatuated with guns, never was a gangsta, 'til I graduated
pearls Everything?s a little bit weird now Because tonight, it is showtime In the middle of the street life All we celebrate are good times Because tonight
would sell-a-bit I tried hard to dig up the credentials Even thought about putting gold in my dentals An Anglo-Saxon with a broken accent But rapper?s from Fulham get a
t want the streets to play a melody... (yeah, it's hip hop, it's hip hop The mic needs to be a little bit more crystal) I don't want to hear the good
