(are you ready? here we go) Slow-slow- quick quick slow Slow-slow- quick quick slow Countdown its getting to the flight time Night stars are shining
: (are you ready? here we go) Slow-slow- quick quick slow Slow-slow- quick quick slow Countdown its getting to the flight time Night stars are shining
juts in our fate I refuse to get blue so just hand me that thing yo what's happenin' today? Yo we Gotta bring back that feelin' what happened to that feelin
I like the way you walk, I like the way you talk My suzie q. Oh suzie q., oh suzie q. Oh suzie q., baby I love you My suzie q. Well say that you will
(come on) On top, underneath, on the side of you Better yet baby, inside of you (feel me?) Love the way you juice flowin' down (yeah) And I can feel
to the bad guy, go on Last time you gonna see a bad guy like this again To be or not to be My mother's wrong That's the question, you feel me? My father
top and won't leave it [Chorus: Kokane] Sometimes I feel like I'm lonely And sometimes I feel like I'm lonely [Kain] Uh, uh, yeah Ey yo C-I-O-F-F-I-E Q
to sit and flip and pop bullshit Turn up your stereo hops, insert the rhyme clip Roll your windows up, make sure it's air tight E.Q. the track exact
it's on, on, on Yo, I say what's up? (What's up?) What's up with you? (What's up with you?) You feelin' good (Feelin' good) We feel it too (Uh huh)
got this but we don't see nothin' And people if you feel me get this ho shit jumpin' So don't believe e'rythin' you hear Just like a Q-tip, niggaz be
held a mass appeal and a little boy smile Depressed has a complex his mouth was foul You need to stay around I feel like telling some stories First there
you girl And my fellas, two time felons, two nine tote and lethal Quick to leave you wide open, if you gettin' tore down Blowin' a blunt cloud and the DJ's makin' you feel
lames should huddle, your teams shook y'all feel The wrath of a killer, 'cause this is my football field Throwin' passes from a barrel, shoulder pads, apparel But the Q
huddle, your teams shook y'all feel The wrath of a killer, 'cause this is my football field Throwin' passes from a barrel, shoulder pads, apparel But the q
with no trial Lifestyle cruisin' blue behind my waters, no welfare supporters More conscious of the way we raise our daughters Days are shorter, nights are colder Feelin
