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power
Transmission hour by hour
Keep on sippin' like a bee on a flower
Honey honey, your sweets gone sour
Yeah honey honey, your sweets gone sour

(Baby, baby, Baby, baby)

I can tell by way you walk
You give it all away
By the sweet way that you talk, yes you do

You got long legs, a black girl sway

oh
Onobule omemele
Chief matha Negedu
Sweet Mother Oma Ogugu
Kidi Lagos Ekwo achenyo oh
Mathar Negedu
Of the Nigeria Police ele n
Olayi ku kale
Ola ki

All flamed up walking by and salute
B's all up chuck it up witta  suwooooo
Hittem on the line face time witta beef
I Catchem out side suicide no police

and it feels like America Looks like shit and it feels
like America Why fly when you can walk Why sing when
you can talk Why hit the wall when you've just

Turn up speakers, no one can it break
To my people shout out from the five boroughs
These streets talk to me by the language of walls
These people don't

A bunch of people that really might end your life soon
I let the money talk, I don't want to fight you
These fuckers ruthless, they do it because they like

I was getting head
In the middle of Manhattan
Niggas want my bread
Told that nigga boy what's happening
I been smoking dope
That shit coming to my

J A M S 
Smoothest out the midwest 

Jet suite out of Burbank  
Took a quick flight
Gentleman of leisure 
I like to get my mind right
Motivated by

My name's all over her notebooks
My name's all over her notebooks
My name's all over her notebooks

Manhattan on my breath
Got pussy on my lips

and ask Devoni who she love (real talk)
Come to your cookout and shoot it up
You don't gotta lookout we doin' us
I know why they bitin', my flow is nuts
I

Manhattan by your side. 

I hold you close. You Whisper in my ear: 
I'm easy as Sunday morning. 
We dance alone just like it's yesterday. 
The lights in here

Come gimme love o gimme gimme love
Come gimme love o gimme gimme love oh yea yea

Phyzabeck na me dey here so
Ba ba ba ba by by by

This your love

Manhattan
She's shocking me I can't handle it
Can't handle life, don't feel right
I don't feel much at all
Until now those grays surround those hazel eyes
I

real love 
Like excuse me baby 
I just want your sweet and nothing
Now and later baby 
Oh yeahhhh
Get the motherfucking money boy 
Stay up stay prayed up

made of sheets
Got bitten by a squirrel and stepped on a syringe
The view of Manhattan from GW bridge

You said, "Honey"
I said, "Baby"
You said, "Funny"

from the back end
Major hardcore a renegade doing ninety on the interstate Got Cha bow to generate its just another business day My girl sweet like

In the museum of natural history

The scent of cigarettes and sweets
Makes me steal every flower the city planted 
Everything we say is a magic spell

in the middle of Manhattan
By a tree in the woods, or wherever we might happen
And she might be pretty and I might be plain
But if it’s really love,

Penthouse Serenade (When We're Alone)

Bo Thorpe

Swinging & Sentimental

1991

Just picture a penthouse way up in the sky
With hinges on chimneys for stars to go by
A sweet slice of Heaven for just you and I
When we're alone.

don't mean to be so rude you know I think of you highly
You're always worrying about me but I promise that I'll be okay
As long as your by my side
I got

to Manhattan, back on my feet
I'm a loser in love, I'll admit my defeat

Brought up in New York, brought down in LA
It's a nice place to visit, but I couldn't

him leanin
I dont got no options I gotta stack it
Cuz my problems be double backin
18 posted by the back end
22 I'll leave you flattened
West 151st I'm

board, more like a hit list
Flippin' trap easy, I'm no gymnast
Show love, like scorein' in tennis
Mix solutions, like a chemist
Watch this son rise, by