do I do it for you, 'cause you, you do it for me And we, we got it all right, I can't, I can't let you get away Get away from me now So far I'm still
do I do it for you cause you, you do it for me And we, we got it all right, I can't, I can't let you get away Get away from me now So far I'm still around
going on Nelly Furtado: Ah tell me What's going on in the world today I'd rather be dead Than turn my head away We gotta first world vision to complete
must be simple delinquent to try to get what the sick is so leave the hard is to limp it and only the thrill will we get it? I'm an assasin of soul out
with one iron cue ball and we never let the bastards get us down. And we laughed off the quick tricks-- the old men with limp dicks-- on the colonnades
Till one day that fly one comes along You think of her off an R&B cut, then hum the song And get the feeling feeling numb is wrong When she's away, you
em where da fuck I'm comin from I get the party crackin from the shit that I be spittin son Hit-and-run, get it done, get the funds, split and run Got
at the Ruffryder lounge. Tonight we're gonna try something a little different. [Jin:] This is not an exclusive, so pardon me as I get on my Posdu
clap) thats the bird-call If the cops are comin', get to hop n' runnin' Quick and drop that onion, ain't no stoppin' young'un Put away that herb raw,
raw Clap... thats the bird-call If the cops are comin, get to hop n runnin Quick and drop that onion, ain't no stoppin youngin Put away that herb
Fred: You pumpkin pie, I'll jack-off in your eye. Climbing shoots and ladders, while your ego shatters. But you just can't get away. Jon: Get a gay?
getting' love, leaving trails of cash Get a few numbers then dash, to the spot that's hot Yo keep ya girl on lock, Cause he's the smooth talking, limp
Uh, uh, it's beef week, Monday, murder Two niggaz dead, Tuesday Wednesday and Thursday is hearse-day Friday, somebody-gotta-die-day Saturday, put the gat away
wanna find out is where the address is And by Wednesday, it just so happen you get shot in the knee A nigga tried to run away and dropped the key Now
truly strummed away with a slightly limp wrist On the road Everyday is when I can't get used to it Everyday is when I can't get away Another day, another
with me All day, collecting pay in the ass of a jay Or any sucka nigga trying to get in my way Stay kicking this muthafucking G.A. clay With a limp and
new drill (fuck you). You pumpkin pie, I'll jack off in your eye, Climbing shoots and ladders, while your ego shatters. But you just can't get away (get