cars. I miss the blue sky. I miss the pouring rain too Most of all baby, I miss you. I miss you, oh I miss you, oh I miss you. (Acoustic Guitars
What I gotta do The problem here is you Ain't nobody new not even my crew Could take the place of you The problem here is you [hook] Cause if you only knew what I felt for you You
finger nail polish I say hate to cut you off but I gotta go I wish you could tell me mo' but I'm off to the studio, gotta write tonight Hey, can you put
that shit Nigga I ain't Will Smith, Nah, I ain't a fresh prince Nigga I'm a young king, Nigga I'm a Bun B Yup, I go hard, ask my broad Miss Stevie Wonder
But She Barely Replied Now It's December, I'm Driving, And She's Like Where's My Hi? I Swear, That I Never Called You Cause I Really Get Shy See That
a matter of time "You can deviate from the com- monplace only to fall back in line." I understand mine's a risky plan and your system can't miss But is
, at least not within my hearing I was five minutes past caring Standing in the road just staring Thought I heard somebody pleading I thought I heard
kisser That she's ever had [Bridge] Daylight waits to shine until the moment you awaken So you never miss the dawn No question, now, you know which road you
race but I tell my waist don't rush You's a upper echelon piece So when you find there's a stash then you don't freak You wanna nibble on a nigga ear
Conversate, sex on the first date I state You know what you do to me She starts off, Well I don't usually Then I, whip it out, rubber no doubt Step out
pop tonight, bon apatite [Chorus:] Do you know who I am? And she says La lalala I already know What we can't hold hands? And she says La lalala I already know You
lady, and I will quickly tell you who stands before you, and what I do, how I make my living. May I? Who am I? What am I? I am a poet. What keeps me busy
those yesterdays when i was prince charming and you were cinderella beautiful you know i don't like christmas but thanks for the holiday card i didn't know you
So somebody gon' get it! [Verse 1] Nigga get in ya car, if he pissin you off Get him, I don't wanna picture you pausin, cuz With you from the peddle
body Baby, oh yeah I want you to be my, I want you to be my Ohhh you; I've been goin' crazy I want to buy a ring and make you mrs. sexy Want you to
my name baby (okay) Before you nut, I'ma dribble down your butt cheeks Make you wiggle, then giggle just a little I'm drinkin babies, then I cracks for
Search And I Also Got That Street Credit I Got More Work...Than Any Dude...You...Knew Girl I Am A Blood Su-Ru I Hear You Want Somebody You Can Call Boo I
Is At My Fingertips Like I Ain't Got No Nails I Got Blood Brothers Bitch I Ain't Got Pals I Make A Girl Get Low Like I Ain't Got No L's I'm A Paper
