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Albums:

Jessica Cristina (Jessica) · Vicky Cristina Barcelona [Motion Picture Soundtrack] (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Il Meglio di Cristina d'Avena (Cristina D'Avena) · Cristina Donà (Cristina Donà)


* we don't normally publish R&B only artists but D'Angelo
  is hip-hop enough that by popular demand we're making an exception

Let me tell you
Hey DJ (on the request line girl)

Play the record by my favorite band
I like to hear my favorite song on the radio
So I called and requested
Hey DJ (on the request line girl)

Play the record by my favorite band
I like to hear my favorite song on the radio
So I called and requested
like Rambo, get shot down by the Commando
Call your co-defendant sing like D'Angelo
No problemo, but upstate you sing soprano
Police sadimize, a man
on the line girl) 
Hey DJ (On the request line girl) 
Play the record by my favorite band 

I like to hear my favorite song on the radio 
So I called
on the line girl) 
Hey DJ (On the request line girl) 
Play the record by my favorite band 

I like to hear my favorite song on the radio 
So I called
This is a request Mr. Radio Man
Just one desire from a hip-hop fan
Hey DJ, you're on the line, girl
Hey DJ, on the request line, girl
Play a record by my
let you go

Should of been you laying by my side
Should of been you with me every night
But instead you had to play
Now I'm on my way
See you
[Littles]
I knew this chick by the name of Vevorine
Who introduced me to the streets and put me on to the game
We did in the rain, on the hood
the Maybach Benz
Fly this then sanaa lathan
Pumpin' Brown Sugar by D'Angelo

In Los Angeles, like an evangelist
How can you introduce you to your maker ?
on
Respirators for killing my best, poor haters
On permanent, hiatus as I skate
In the Maybach Benz, flier than Sanaa Lathan
Pumping "Brown Sugar" by D'Angelo
In
but he can still eat the booty
Brian McKnights tight
Joe is lookin kinda slow
and oh what about D'Angelo
I want some of that brown sugar and what
watch
but he can still eat the booty
Brian McKnights tight
Joe is lookin kinda slow
and oh what about D'Angelo
I want some of that brown sugar and what
watch
damage

Way before my baby daughter Hailey,
I was harassed daily by this fat kid named D'Angelo Bailey.
An eighth grader who acted obnoxious, 'cause his
Niggas, I'm still grinding (yeah), I still hearing those sirens
I'm still getting chased by those lights
Only the light's lime, and my mic's
the relics were found) and
Interred here in Santiago...I picked up a CD collection of music emanating from
The pilgrimage route to Santiago, as well as a CD by
still getting chased by those lights
Only the light's lime, and my mic's on
And my time is none, because I'm writing more
I don't hear to meet a soul
way I was goin' 
But everywhere I go they keep playin' my song 
Brain damage 

Way before my baby daughter Hailey, 
I was harassed daily by this
what you don't have so far neither one's happened
But I was told by my peeps play your cards right
Spit hard, never look back, disregard hype
That
I"m knocking talking about she ret' to go 
I want some of your brown sugar while I bump D'Angelo
(Fo'sho) No special holiday, but sometiems just being
by my man D'Angelo 
We make the shit Wild Hot

[Chorus: x3]
[Littles]
I knew this chick by the name of Vevorine
Who introduced me to the streets and put me on to the game
We did in the rain, on the hood
is surrounded by the pain and the violence
So the selling never safe
At the same time snitching to the Jake
Is the quickest way to get found
but he can still eat the booty
Brian McKnights tight
Joe is lookin kinda slow
and oh what about D'Angelo
I want some of that brown sugar and what
watch
claimin` that there better I`m 
 tickled, ya must be like Sanford on the ripple little by little, I 
 kick verses from the middle of my brain, the Riddler