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to prove, prove your love to me

It doesn't matter if you're far away
Or right here by my side
That's the way i feel about it
We can't let the whole
O.P.P., how can I explain it
I'll take it frame by frame it
To have y'all jumping, shouting, saying it
O is for Other, P is for Peoples', scratch
just for me ?
My hands are tied and I can't get free
Caught in the push - p.. p.. p.. push..

Push... p.. p.. p.. push (big red love)
Push... p
a conspiracy against me
Which is my own theory
But how can I prove it on speculation
Oh Courtney I love you, for being her my saviour

But I can pretend
is coming, so you better get on your knees
Today, bottle rockets are two for one but salvation's free

He said, "I quit my job at a big church where
to you my love's for real 
To say how I feel 
Let me prove to you my love's for real 
Keep on trying
to you my love's for real 
To say how I feel 
Let me prove to you my love's for real 
Keep on trying
There's one thing for sure
I want a cure

Love seems like a fancy theory
Fame a substitute for friends
Those who love can't get near me
Those who
'Cause I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E 
And can't another brother cook these delicacies 
Well I'm the P-L-you, the G-to-the-One 
Walk around
(Erick Sermon) 

What's up wit that homegirl  why you frontin 

My raggamuffin  c'mon  help me wit somethin 

You like me  I can tell by your
"Yeah"
I flex my ends into my Benz and let God be the witness

Ooh, I'm finna teach you how the body slam, let me show you
But steppin' to my ball I
on longing
I just want a chance for me to prove
My love and I can't keep this from you

I can't keep this from you
It's hard to breathe in here
I just
'Cause I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E 
And can't another brother cook these delicacies 
Well I'm the P-L-you, the G-to-the-One 
Walk around
money fakers
Taste the quarter pound with spice from Chi-town
Now what that prove, you're so full you can't even move

[Chorus]

Cause I
were feeling footloose and ready for some fun

When I signed up, I was ready to go
But they didn't call my name for an hour or so
Damn if they didn't
love
Reach out for love
Can't you see I can't sleep and I'm calling
For love?

I always say these things, these theories
I sound so wise, but see,
about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P

I'm bout my money you see,
about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P

I'm bout my money you see,
locked me in
You locked the world out

I'd rather be a prisoner
Well, you can lock me in and never let me out
I'd rather by a prisoner of your love
Than
Castles are made high and mighty and oceans were made deep and wide
We were made for each other that's how I feel about my love for you
Up in the sky
It's a sin my darling how I love you because I know our love can never be
It's a sin to keep this memory of you when silence proves that you
she's doing to me 
Is it a kiss? Is it supposed to be? 
I wasn't programmed for this, you see 
I only know it in theory 
What is she doing with her hand
imagine that? they won't fight back
I got a theory on that
A whale's heart is as big as a car
A whaler's thought must be smudged by the dark
They won't
W: I know just how bad I've hurt you 
T: Oh yeah 
W: Let me make it up some way 
What can I do just to prove I love you 
Should I beg on my
about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P

I'm bout my money you see,