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You're still trying to catch the past
But in my world of love your style
I know will always last

That's why you're my little baby (my little baby)

like this Christmas
I feel like Christmas has missed us, and dissed us
Ficticious, I'm hungry and I'm lonely and I feed all my sistas
and dem police is

do numbers like we Beatles
I go bonkers swervin' the Beamer
They wanna bite my drip, mosquito
Rockin' vintage by Moschino
Walk in Chanel and spent

change it
I'm pretty sure that it's a sin
I'm falling for those hazel eyes
That grin got me paralyzed
I'm falling for the laid-back style
I'm falling for

Pull up three sword style leave a nigga no hope
I might have to change my name like zorojuro
Pockets fat like fuckin glucose
Better play ya' cards like

the city
Hold my hand, you're so pretty
I never felt a love like you
This doesn't ever not feel new
You show me things that don't seem true
You're like

European Soul

Kim Wilde

Close

1988

Written by ricky & kim wilde

I want to tell you of a place that I recall
Where you're drawn by the seduction
And the beauty of it all
You can step

check my threads 
Fresh 2 death lets cash dem checks 
Open up my pretty , gotta push 2 start
Got tha kush 2 spark, drive push from park
Giovanni's

sittin' by my side
Roll the windows down
Sunshine, lightin' up her pretty blue eyes
Baby, won't you
Let your hair fall down while the wind blows
Kiss me

Betta Listen

De La Soul

Stakes Is High

1996

So how that go down? (Man, listen, man)

We was at some outside jam one Saturday night
Where this pretty ass girl got locked in my sight
(She was

just don't make ‘em like you anymore
Not up in the mountains or down by the shore
Something shine in the fashion
In the smile that you wore.

They just

must be bad like Mike
'Cause they jackin' my style
Double C's for tomorrow
Gucci just to follow
Let me ask for tomorrow
Let me ask for tomorrow
Pussy

by side you

x2
And now i can't get you out of my head
Your pretty face like angel it makes me feel so alive, alive...

Now we are two lovers
The party

and my nigga got good dank
He like me saddity, I know that I'm pretty
I really don't even say thanks
Laugh to the bank, and my nigga got good dank
He like

My head be bumping to your rhythm
Composing with inner feelings
I be dancing in the style of a sinner
Feeling like energies collide
I cuddle up

'Cause it feels like real niggas is running outta luck
So I gotta keep it with me, gotta keep the blikky
'Cause them boys in my hood'll do you like Ricky

not scared (yeah, yeah)
I gotta talk to my mama and show her I'm still here
'Cause I'm workin' and this game, it get dirty 
And I just dropped like

a bridge
Latina bitch wanna swallow my kids
Whipping the mix, drying hard by the fridge
You ain't got money don't look at me bitch
Shot his crib up, did it

we
Grinded through like Bobby Roode
Now everything is glorious
Got the hoes quite moist but they just wanna drain away my life force
So I found my

"Help me my brother's dead"
"What do you mean by your brother's dead?"
"He killed himself"
"How did he do it?"
"With a gun"
"Okay, are you home

barrel hit you in the back like Ricky
Gotta get my niggaz out so I gotta get paid
Moe and Rock Solid been gone for a decade
Two murder cases in my

You Cook It Raw

Could You Cook It Raw
My God

Yes You all

But of course

Floating in my Ricky Dragon
Steamboat
Trying to change a single
To a c-note

on water like martyrs
Now I'm the head of department
In the stu with a pic of my daughter
My bitch is as white as Madonna
Le beat eka baba ka Boy
I'm buiding

Falling to temptation, patiently waiting
I like your style, girl you got me craving 
Time spent with you amazing, even if its one minute, I ain't