Lyrics:
of mine
Sing out your sisters
All the dreams of the world
Nothing can come between us
Took me by surprise
It opened up my eyes
I can't believe
yeah yeah, yeah)
Keeps the world grooving, grooving
Uh uh uh, alright, uh huh
Now if you want to step
You gotta play it by the rules
You gotta
the world grooving, grooving
Uh uh uh, alright, uh huh
Now if you want to step
You gotta play it by the rules
You gotta do what I do
When I do, what I
doing crimes with my brother
Yea yea
I got some brothers that's out in these streets
But they ain't my blood though
13 and we finished with 6
It was what
beats, baby)
Great John on the beat, by the way
I don't care if it still stink, I'ma leave her alone
Even though she out here wishin' R. Kelly was
(Codeine)
Hype Williams, Little X
If you don't say it direct
Could give a fuck, ayy, yeah, yeah
I put some ice on her hand
I let her take an advance
It was four in the morning when he knocked on my door
""I'm sorry to wake you up, I was about to pass by your porch
But then I saw the light.
It's my
To bed with me each night,
Kept it clean,
Polished it well,
Cherished every cartridge every shell,
Down,
By the creek,
Under brush,
Under
yeah yeah, yeah)
Keeps the world grooving, grooving
Uh uh uh, alright, uh huh
Now if you want to step
You gotta play it by the rules
You gotta
From the land of miracles comes Mr. Williams
And he says "don't give up", he says "don't give up"
This Southern born spiritualist who brings
gets the grits? (Say what?) Bust it
I can tell another bout real grits getters
Gettin grits y'all (Say what?) Bust it, let a
Brother tell another
, gettin hard by the ounce
No more cash in stashes, it's cards in accounts
The way I make 'em nod to the bounce
Somebody call Silvia and tell her ship
wishful fuckin with this here
They stuck with the tear, for fear they foresake a brother's love
it's clear -- I'd have to be the better man I'm thinkin
the trade
I snatch a mic, turn it out, bad
Even have you smooth niggas fuckin up yours shoes and your outfit
I be, the Brownsville slugger (Signing out
check it out
Move itttttttt... i-i-i-i-i-i-i-it's - it's
- [will.i.am]
It's the funk that make you jump, sexy honies shake they hump
Got them dummies
in, check it out
Move itttttttt... i-i-i-i-i-i-i-it's - it's
[Will.i.am]
It's the funk that make you jump, sexy honies shake they hump
Got them
baseball, cause if I was
Brother J, we'd be playing professional. There nine innings to a
baseball game. By the way: Is it humanity? Or is it vanity?
baseball, cause if I was
Brother J, we'd be playing professional. There nine innings to a
baseball game. By the way: Is it humanity? Or is it vanity?
or the ceiling
You know I got you go pick out some colors Sherwin Williams
Phone be ringing like a married hand
Imma business man
I got a light but need
Yeah, check check, testing
It's clear out there? Yeah
It's like I'm hang gliding over the hood, ha
Never worry (ohhh, no, no, no)
Check, let
who is this at my bower door
Calling May Margaret's name?"
"It's only your first love, little William
This night come to your home"
"Open your castle
on his breath and a Bible in his hand
He talked about honor and things I should know
Then he'd stagger a little as he went out the door
I can still hear
wear no regular clothes
But we tote that iron 'bout each other
I'm frontline by my brothers (yeah), I'm frontline by my brothers
Even with a whole
vile man shout out to j cole
But this is lyrical joe
Shovels At work Chaley it’s time to burry talks
And It all balls down to holes like golf
They
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