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Albums:

With Arms Wide Open: A Retrospective (Creed) · Open Arms (Boyz II Men) · With Arms Wide Open (Baby Jane Dexter) · With Arms Wide Open: A Retrospective (Creed) · Open Arms (Tina Turner) · Open Arms (Open Arms) · With Arms Wide Open [Australia CD] (Creed) · With Arms Wide Open [US CD] (Creed) · Open Arms (Tina Turner) · Open Arms (Aiza Seguerra) – and 90 other albums »


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My heart's beating but it still stay fro'
And y'all waiting on the inside for me, girl
And y'all waiting on the inside
Arms wide open
(It's warm in
on the inside
Arms wide open
(It's warm in here)
Arms wide open
(It's warm in here)
Arms wide open
(It's warm in here)
Arms wide open
(It's warm in here)
from fallin'
Every time I fall back
Your arms are open , I hear you calling me

I believe that people are the same wherever you go
Everybody's seen
a fucking drive-by 

Riggety rolled on them slow in the Cadillac 

Silkk behind the wheel, me and King in the pack 

Master P in the passenger seat getting
BOULAVOGUE
(P.J.McCall)
At Boulavogue, as the sun was setting
O'er bright May meadows of Shelmalier,
A rebel hand set the heather blazing
And brought
BOULAVOGUE
(P.J.McCall)
At Boulavogue, as the sun was setting
O'er bright May meadows of Shelmalier,
A rebel hand set the heather blazing
And brought
Totally psychic, open your mind quick as the vibe kicks
Moederfok it, I skeem this vibe's rou'
Jislaaik yo
Yo yo yo yo check out this hype flow
I go by
on a motherfuckin' paperchase

Verse 2:

You see my nice Mom smokin', money slopin' 'tween my fo
with open arms when my option is to my mission it's a paperchase
So
on a motherfuckin' paperchase

Verse 2:

You see my nice Mom smokin', money slopin' 'tween my fo
with open arms when my option is to my mission it's a paperchase
So
blind)
But I'mma stay dope

(Hey yo, open up another of them things man
Hey yo, P, spit up some new shit)
Hey, I stay dope
(Let's show 'em how we do
hold your image
This image I have of your face by the window
Me standing beside you, arm on your shoulder
A catalog of images, flashing glimpses then
L-are-P's
on these dark murky bloody streets of Vallejo, where I get my cheese
Never mind the trauma playa, you don't want to be wearin a helmet
I'm not
And the cellars, and the smoke is a ????
Got one eye on Minneapolis P.T. they both racin'
3 for 50 is the supply and demand, and the
Twin Cities' American heartland,
like J-Kwon
Body found by the Swans, nigga missing both of his arms, I ain't playing
I'm with the rat-tat-tat-tat, shoot a nigga if
he do or don't die,
hand's joint, they turn into flesh lop
Yeah, them muthafuckas think a psycho is jokin'
Crooked cops on the loose, fuck a truce, bust they head open
telekinesis
We will open your mind and concentrate harder
Focus, focus, focus, focus, hey brother, what it is?

Raps like Star Wars, only the stars die
rock the stripes of an M-P, pon my timb tree
And keep the Taurus for my enemies
Whenever he comes in the mist of this Boot Camp Clik
It gets realer so
a mademoiselle on each arm
When I'm human again
Only human again
Poised and polished and gleaming with charm...

I'll be courting again
Chic and sporting
is like hangin' yourself at a..... 

I know you thought I'd be locked up 

Dead by now, shot up, full of lead by now 

Got up wit' JD doh', crazy
rock the stripes of an M-P, pon my timb tree
And keep the Taurus for my enemies
Whenever he comes in the mist of this Boot Camp Clik
It gets realer so
you know I got it on lock
Keep a chick on my arm more than a watch
She started lookin' at my fingers maybe 'cause of the rocks
And now the G's
on the creep down by Vick's weed spot(So what! )
Made a U-ey up the hill plus a change of plans
I had to hurry back so I could warn my man

Ya had me stressin
a jake on the creep down by Vicks weed spot(so what)
Made a you-ey up the hill plus a change of plans
I had to hurry back so I could warn my man

Ya
pulled over by one time
And when the 1999 rewinds 
Didn't even make any strides
Murder all around the whole world it's nauseatin'
Everybody's hatin'
rock the stripes of an M-P, pon my timb tree
And keep the Taurus for my enemies
Whenever he comes in the mist of this Boot Camp Clik
It gets realer so