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I had a dream
I had a dream
Good-bye Max
Good-bye Ma
After the serng slowly to the car
And the silver in her hair shines in the cold November air
field
I had a dream
I had a dream

Goodbye Max
Goodbye Ma
After the service
When you're walking slowly to the car
And the silver in her hair
La vie vient do palier 
Le vent vient de la cour 
Ma chambre est habitee par des secrets d'amour 
A la tete do lit deux tables de chevet une avec
too you 

Bang you nice backdoors  I'ma scrape the floors 

Look at your personal  silk on the camcorder 

Then hit bedsprings  my thumb's
there

Its where I'ma Kiss your body all night long, right there
It's were I belong and baby girl I hope you feel me
Oh, oh you look so good uh huh, I
Get on up and dance
(funky)

Oh
Feel like I'm down here by myself sometimes
I'm ready to break this groove down
You're ready

So I'ma let
Dance floor flooded, hands in the air
Bar in the back, ballers in the rear

Find me 'round there, bottles by the pair, yeah
All night 'cause it feels real
too you 

Bang you nice backdoors  I'ma scrape the floors 

Look at your personal  silk on the camcorder 

Then hit bedsprings  my thumb's
the Nineteen Naughty Nine MC 

Microphone controller, master of ceremonies 

So remember why you hate me 

I'm Naughty By Nature you're Severed By
I told my nigga get the dough and keep the blau on your hip
Travel safe, you know that I'ma hold it down on the strip
Good looking, word to mother
for hire
feel it, the sky was the limit, this ain't for you if you timid
I'ma spit it infinite, now take a spot
it'll take another two thou to get in
a nigga so sick I'm bout to throw the fuck up 

But I love ya (come on ma) 

I need ya (understand ma) 

I got to have ya 

Eve, Eve I'd do anything
ass is tough one
My own fucking money ain't good enough
You got a nigga so sick I'm bout to throw the fuck up
But I love ya (come on ma) I need ya
get it all 
Matter of fact, take your clothes off, I like it when they're bare 
Everything from iceberg to silk Dolce underwear, come on 

[Chorus]
Medication in the plastic bag
I'm a man motherfucker, you're a half a fag
My chest is hairy like the Cubans rocking silk
In the 80s on Miami beach
Hey yo, it's Mr. Low,key, you need to go see 
The host by far a mostly O.T., with a brand new show, but 
You know how the flow be
'Cause when I
La vie vient du palier
Le vent vient de la cour
Ma chambre est habitee
Par des secrets d'amour
A la tete du lit
Deux tables de chevet
Une avec
R.I.P enough of that shit niggas that want to OD
Aiyyo the bottom line is I'ma crook with a deal
If my record don't sell I'ma rob and steal
You better
ain't gon' rain
So now we sittin' in a drop-top, soakin wet
In a silk suit, tryin' not to sweat
Hits somersaults without the net
But this'll be the year
ain't gon' rain
So now we sittin' in a drop-top, soakin wet
In a silk suit, tryin' not to sweat
Hits somersaults without the net
But this'll be the year
get it all

Matter of fact, take your clothes off, I like it when they're bare
Everything from iceberg to silk Dolce underwear, come on

[Chorus]
let's slide in the silk sheets 
Oh 
I'ma prove I'ma real freak 
Oh! 
I won't get mine til you feel free 
Oh 
Play with me
The Mission 
I'm ready
tellin' us it ain't gon' rain
So now we sittin' in a drop-top, soakin wet
In a silk suit, tryin' not to sweat
Hits somersaults without the net
But
tellin' us it ain't gon' rain
So now we sittin' in a drop-top, soakin wet
In a silk suit, tryin' not to sweat
Hits somersaults without the net
But
silk enough to shock ya
Hit you with the fifth, block-a block-a
If I get caught you can bet I'll blow trial
Be downtown swinging, m.o.p. style
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