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Slowly sinkin down
Trapped by this thing called love. 
Ooh baby 
(Hooked on this thing called love, hooked on this thing called love)
I wonder if the De La Salle brothers got out
And if their holy Lord and jealous fathers ever feel trapped
Dear Mary, like all the attention
And if
the city of fear
That I shouted "Is there nobody here?"
Though the echo had the name on a ring
Still the echo wasn't called anything
La, la, la, la, la
confuse things.
Everybody let’s stay focused.

Love of the craft
Or love of the buck?
Every day down here’s a rainy day.
We don’t save up.

A little
Denise Weeks]
Livin the life with a rider seems
it's the only thing that I'm gonna run to
that's when you light and get high with me
Look what
say it in time
Did you say it out loud
'Cause if you did hun
Then you lived some
That feeling inside
That's called satisfied

Busy people walking by
And contents of the Pressure
Knows the deal, and to the girl, Victory
You make me feel, but my man John Salle'
We keep it down, Figure Four kinda love

And contents of the Pressure
Knows the deal, and to the girl, Victory
You make me feel, but my man John Salle'
We keep it down, Figure Four kinda love

the words (in spraypaint) "I Love You, All I'm Saying, Pretty Baby, La La Love You". So this song was originally called "La La Love You". We found out before
to react
No need for a sack 'cause I'm sick of runnin' laps
Look down by my feet and saw a little piece of ant crap

Where Are We?
Trapped in a plant
done love me so long
Next thing that I think ?
But the poison let me go
Found doin
I was with ehr friend
Knew I was gonna pay, we were sexin like
Yesterday, I called an old friend in l.a. we laughed for hours about =
Those days anyway, he's doing fine I'm glad to say it's funny, some =
who love you that stand by your side
when all the others just leave the pieces behind

That morning after felt like two bottles of gin
I still cant
taxes faxes religion love and hate,
Power greed and envy the new computer age,
Its a vicious cylce this crazy thing called life,
Big brother stamps you
is longer than the hat worn by Dr. Seuss
Love a girl in Daisy Dukes like them kids called Duice
Gets paid to sex the hoochie like my main man Luke
the industry
You gets no love, except those who support me
What's the story, what happened when I went to L.A.?
Mixin shit up, no not there I got family
She loves that Gilligan's Isle thing
Isle thing, isle thing, isle thing
Please, baby, baby, please

I like the professor
He always saves their
willing to sing a song...


Peace and love to DJ Scott La Rock he's in there still!
thinkin of
The only thing to cure an old love was a new love

A ghetto love

[ VERSE 2: Hardhead ]
It's 3 o'clock, I'm hungry and I'm cold
I want to call
to tell you what I mean
Were laying back on it just like good sex
Smooth yet physcodelic its called the nix hex-um

The monologue of a singalong
from the view that I'm on nothin' but love
But love
But love in my blood sonic in the vortex
This is the hip thing
Called the nix hex
Dig it
that I say
Baby, I'll give you my love, ooh...ooh...

Baby, if you say you love me
I'll be right by your side
Dare anyone to try to take you from me
Know sometimes you just got to show niggas how you do things
That shit hurt, time will tell like my nigga iller G always said
I love all
. biff . . . dush-h-h!

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Is your wife snoring by the sink?

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