Lyrics: d. robin dennis Music: ryan dennis/dan stadnicki ©1997 Hey girl, are you out there? I can see you in my mind. You've been messin' with
Lyrics: tammy mulligan Music: ryan dennis/dan stadnicki ©1998 What does it do When it's used and thrown away When it doesn't understand Love's
Feel the rush on pipe made of wood Jump off the edge, never thought I could Wheels that fly without any wings Try it again, see what this vert' brings
Lyrics: d. robin dennis Music: ryan dennis/dan stadnicki ©1997 Yo skid, ya you, down on the row What ya gonna do now? where ya gonna go? Yo skid
Lyrics: ryan dennis Music: ryan dennis/dan stadnick © 1998 It's an inside drive to achieve the velocity Don't see no reason for this tauntin' animosity
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{{Joe Mafia}} I spark an L to a sunset meditatin Ill thoughts got my heart racin, chest with a mason Same blocks, ATF rush spots cats bubble humbly I'
love yeah I don't give a fuck 'bout your fault or mis-happenin's, nigga We from the Bronx, New York shit happens Kids clappin', love to spark the place
, with unforgettable sex I lay your head on my chest, come feel my heartbeat We can park the Jeep, pump Mobb Deep, and just spark the leaf It's hard to creep since I found Joe
And have them people leakin like they're CD isn't mastered CD is in plasic, these niggas is has-beens We ain't makin friends while these niggas is Anistons Dig, these niggas is fake joe
dough But three teens from queens take over the world and never let go Just regular cats you know, that just happened to blow Not synonymous with Hollis Jay, Darryl and Joe
a book by di cover, dat's wrong This a Fat Joe and Buju Banton Tell them, what about Pun? Rudeboy, salute with your gun Buju Banton, original rasta gangsta Fat Joe
Fuck Tommy 'Figga, I'm off that doe and liquor See I be drillin' in the east side of San Pedro Park I smoke a camel, the lupsia done have me sparked
I don't give a 'bout your fault or mishappenin's We from the Bronx, New York thing happens Kids clappin' love to spark the place Half the on the Squad
Sparks fly on E Street when the boy- prophets walk it, handsome and hot All the little girls' souls grow weak when the man-child gives them a double
that my worth sparks But I ain't goin nowhere like a birthmark I pound puppies before they get to they first bark Anybody wanna get they first spark? {"
stick you, for your re-up Wipe the pee up, mixed shots, woke your seed up Go in the ashtray, spark the weed up, LONG KISS Chorus: Joe Hooker Y'all