feat. Swizz Beats) [Swizz (Strings)] Uh Where the club at? Uh, uh where the club at? Swizz Beats, Strings Uh Where the club at? Ruff Ryders [Strings
I've got this feeling that there's something that I missed (I could do most anything to you) Don't you breathe, don't you breathe (I could do most anything
Not with the lips of skin nor yet with the lips of dark snow But let the white dove sing Of the body of life of the lover whose love is complete Hold
Ducks on a pond, ducks on a pond Very pretty swimming round The lion and the unicorn journey very far The answers are the question, sir The lady soothes
Lying on the beach with desire Rocking to the music of the waves I was in despair, my heart needed repair My lover had lied to me but I was bored by what
The waves are rolling in I can smell the sea I feel the drowning sun All over me I wanna hold you in my arms And how you keep you warm Until the daylight
Tendre tu corazon Dije con el bisturi en la mano Lo colgare en mi cuello Sangrando latira cerca del mio Tu alma pondre en un castillo Murallas, fosos
gone, but I'll be sure for safety's keeping If you say no, then no it will be I'll stick it at our skin, pierced with colly strings Just play it cool
to go somewhere else with this shit" Because I ain't gonna put up with you Talkin' 'bout how she make you uncomfortable I mean, shit, I'm only 17 And um
high top strap with the gum bottom (Big boy) theres somthin bout dem that's dirty why I got em (Big boy) I leave um strapped and laced and come up out um
Yea yea yea Yea yea yea Uhh Fool Spitta get this whole shit jumpin like Kangaroo pouch Louis Vuitton The small things keep me different from these fools Pull my draw strings
MCs get done Detour or move along, we teach the young How many young men hung so we could sing a song? You need to move along, along, along The string
ll? Yeah, hell, nah Now I've been hearin' a little of this an' that About you havin' some kind of a panic attack Tell us, um, is it true? An' when you
:20 Little Willie John (Isaac Toombs) King Single #5342 Recorded in Cincinnati, Dec 23, 1959 With Edwin Conley electric bass, Edison Gore-drums Unk. string
send my homiez through to blast 'um Stick him with the ?? or just slash 'um Now fool are you crazy thats what we ask 'um But back with me n you, you
name what's your name what's your game, boy? no ones a judge...so many dreams, dreams... locked out in the [?hole/house?] envision black room [stringing
it was his first Gotta get the bling Do it for Kareem! Two-four so nice, my flow so mean Catch me at the game sitting next to Goldestein Kobe Bryant Nikes, purple gold strings
Im tired of the fame, are you proud of the pain? Yes, were the same, yes, Im insane And my mane hangs down znc my puppet got strings I murdered that,
