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you at a party, put up your dickbeaters 
By time I get through wreckin your jaw 
You be callin Patti LaBelle and Barry White hardcore 
Why should I
on the stage, let's go
Work

In a white Ghost sipping holy water
Always been the type to get it close to Porter's
After play, Barry Bonds, out the park
I
line
You let my sister go by
Used to be customary to bow one's eyes at the sight of a white face konks and fade 

Creams sad passion deferred dreams
thing called

Music to make to your old lady by
Barry white used to work
Shoot, even Abba used to work the way i was doin' my thing
But man, you put
Basketball Jones
I got a Basketball Jones
I got a Basketball Jones, oh baby
Oh, oh

(Jones)
Hey, that's Barry White
(An obsession, a burning desire)
know what (what? )
Sometimes when I'm just layin' down with my man (yeah)
I get the feelin' I need to hear a little barry white (no doubt)
Show you
the passion is hate
Blue mink Ford
I’m gonna detonate in your den

Blood in the house
Blood on the street
The worst things in the world
Are justified by belief
view
And my trap is
Like my weed like my girl like my car
Shawty I’m flexin
White green red watch yellow chain tacky
We flexin not matchin
Shawty
within his hand
Two roses he gave to you
The red rose tells you of his passion
The white rose his love so true

[Chorus]

And every night after he
my heart
Move with me in ecstacy
Let the melody start

Give me slow jams and hot romance
Rock me in that tender dance
I want to feel the passion
Lay on the couch, while I clip your toenails
Dreams of peaches and cream steam secret spells
Soft spoken gospel, Barry White acapell
Violin, good
[Verse 1]
Barry Tolbert, Lookout Lane
He was white knuckling a diamond ring
And fumbling for the dome light
Sherry Lynn knows somethings up
hand
Two roses he gave to you
The red rose tells you of his passion
The white rose his love so true

Hush hush, sweet Charlotte
Charlotte, don't
the words would flow
With passion and precision
But now his mind is dark and dulled
By sickness and indecision
And he stares out the kitchen door
Where
ago, how the words would flow
With passion and precision
But now his mind is dark and dulled
By sickness and indecision
And he stares out the kitchen
hand
Two roses he gave to you
The red rose tells you of his passion
The white rose his love so true

Hush hush, sweet Charlotte
Charlotte, don't
hand
Two roses he gave to you
The red rose tells you of his passion
The white rose his love so true

Hush hush, sweet Charlotte
Charlotte, don't
to win
We never gave in
And we threw it all away
Like your rose bouquet

Passion flows like a long white gown
But it ain't easy to keep your love
a better price 
My nigga keep that low key, Barry White 
And don't worry 'bout the info 
From where they ride Pintos, couldn't afford Enzos 
'Cause
like abandoned buildings
In the southern part of BX, can old school it like a T-Rex
Ya well advanced connect dance with thoughts
Deep like Barry
Barry White
Reminiscing on the days I used to carry white
Walking though them Crip hoods in the Cherry Nikes
Now I lead a married life, walking in
Get out of my garden

Passion vine
Texas sage
Indigo spires salvia
Confederate jasmine
Royal cape plumbago
Arica palm
Pygmy date palm
There would be psalms sung by a choir
I would have a white robe a halo newly acquired
I'd be at peace and I'd have no desire
If I'd lived right
liberal, but to a degree
I want ev'rybody to be free
But if you think that I'll let Barry Goldwater
Move in next door and mary my daughter
You must think I'm
Wowee! Pretty scary!

Now, I'm liberal, but to a degree
I want ev'rybody to be free
But if you think that I'll let Barry Goldwater
Move in next door