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Girls, Girls, Girls - We Love Girls (The Four Seasons) · The Cheetah Girls 2 (The Cheetah Girls) · The Cheetah Girls 2 [CD/DVD] (The Cheetah Girls) · Cheetah Girls: One World (Hutchinson, Hutch) · The Cheetah Girls 2 [13 Tracks] (The Cheetah Girls) · The Cheetah Girls [Special Edition Soundtrack] (The Cheetah Girls) · Disney's Karaoke Series: Cheetah Girls 2 (Disney) · Disney's Karaoke Series: Cheetah Girls (Disney's Karaoke Series) · The Cheetah Girls [Original Soundtrack] (The Cheetah Girls) · Girls Girls Girls (Elvis Costello) – and 90 other albums »


There's only five more days 'til christmas
You know that I can hardly wait
We got the lights up on the tree now
And we're ready for the holiday
It's Christmas night, I'm by the fireside
Wishing that you and I
Could share our love one last time
And, baby, I - I need you near me
Right here
coast
Condos in Queens, indo for weeks
Sold out seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak
Livin life without fear
Puttin 5 karats in my baby girl's ears
Lunches,
my peeps all day
Spread love, it's the Brooklyn way
The Moet and Alize keep me pissy
Girls used to diss me
Now they write letters cause they miss
my peeps all day
Spread love, it's the Brooklyn way
The Moet and Alize keep me pissy
Girls used to diss me
Now they write letters cause they miss
coast
Condos in Queens, indo for weeks
Sold out seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak
Livin life without fear
Puttin 5 karats in my baby girl's ears
Lunches,
While out on the beach there are two empty chairs
That say more than the people who ever sit there
From under my lone palm I can look out on the day
my peeps all day
Spread love, it's the Brooklyn way
The Moet and Alize keep me pissy
Girls used to diss me
Now they write letters cause they miss
my peeps all day
Spread love, it's the Brooklyn way
The Moet and Alize keep me pissy
Girls used to diss me
Now they write letters cause they miss
my peeps all day
Spread love, it's the Brooklyn way
The Moet and Alize keep me pissy
Girls used to diss me
Now they write letters cause they miss
shit's sweet
Runnin' lip 'til she crashed the whip her pop bought her
The night before Christmas, all through the house
All you could smell was
my peeps all day
Spread love, it's the Brooklyn way
The Moet and Alize keep me pissy
Girls used to diss me
Now they write letters cause they miss
my peeps all day
Spread love, it's the Brooklyn way
The Moet and Alize keep me pissy
Girls used to diss me
Now they write letters cause they miss
rented yesterday and gotta have in by 5
With the gas fully filled up like I didn't drive
Told her I had a girl, nah fuck it I didn't lie
Told her this
see-cumming?
And I'ma ask you is it runnin', baby?
You ain't never had the shit til you got dug by a thug
And fucked doggy style on a bear skin rug
Up and down
coast
Condos in Queens, indo for weeks
Sold out seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak
Livin life without fear
Puttin 5 karats in my baby girl's ears
Lunches,
an right 

lanes, 

different day same shit, I ain't playin bitch, 

niggaz still got a rusty four-five wit the same clip, an see, 

you can get wit
schemin; tryin; to get over n****z like left an right lanes,
different day same s***, I ain't playin' b****,
n****z still got a rusty four-five wit
me be your best friend
Girl, it's more than lust, I want your trust
You keep it real with me, I keep it real with you
'cause I know wit' you by my
getting pass-ons, be by-gones
Nevertheless is definitely hit and hits are what we strive on
We feel this way every single day all day
So make way

Was
and say,
Have a heart pal, one more game please
Some nights I might sleep on the subway or outside of the arcade til it opened up the next day
And when it
they moms out the hood
Hit my boys off with jobs, no more living hard
Barbeques every day, driving fancy cars
Still gon' get mine regardless

I'm
no)
Can't be budged by your muscle (no no no no)
Never riding on E (no no n-no no)
It's De La and Butta V (drive you crazy)

[Posdonus]
Yo, if you
(Oh for sho', check me out)

It's still Dre Day nigga, AK nigga
Though I've grown a lot, can't keep it home a lot
'Cause when I frequent the spots
on that Stevie Wonder now it's Frankie Beverly
I done seen days go crazy, time fly by
Maybe it was yesterday or maybe sixty-five
Peace then war, sworn