Lyrics:
1+1=2
Copyright Paul Day 2006
Considered a Makshow project but in fact the album 1+1=2 was the first home recorded and produced album by Paul Day
112% what I put on my tracks
And they say they right behind but I see
It as a gap
And we thinking that they lost cause I ain't
Seeing a map
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SINCERO
INSULTO QUESTO CIELO NERO, CHE SCLERO
BOMBER NO BOMBER SI BOMBER BOMBEY
BOMBER NO BOMBER SI BOMBER BOMBEY
COME?
BOMBER NO BOMBER SI BOMBER BY
Feeling my way through the darkness
Guided by a beating heart
I can't tell where the journey will end
But I know where to start
So wake me up when
beginner killers (uh)
Prayin' God forgive us for being sinners, help us out (112 sing the chorus)
Sky is the limit and you know that you keep on (ooh
beginner killers (uh)
Prayin' God forgive us for being sinners, help us out (112 sing the chorus)
Sky is the limit and you know that you keep on (ooh
with, real life beginner killers (uh)
Prayin' God forgive us for being sinners, help us out (112 sing the chorus)
Sky is the limit and you know that
nigga, attackin' ya.
These 4-5 hollow tips will have you backin' up.
I only do my dirt at night like dracula.
I'm wanted by the feds, these
dizzy
Niggas on the block know Mase motto
One thing about Harlem World, we all got dough
98' Tahoe, Tommy and a Roscoe
Case I'm every chased by
dizzy
Niggas on the block know Mase motto
One thing about Harlem World, we all got dough
98' Tahoe, Tommy and a Roscoe
Case I'm every chased by
Dias
Rock steady by now you know the steelo
Mi correo still gets down on the leelo
Tahino indians welcome to my teepi
Pop in the CD and let's get
Dias
Rock steady by now you know the steelo
Mi correo still gets down on the leelo
Tahino indians welcome to my teepi
Pop in the CD and let's get
chose I
I ain't gonna lie
What I look like turnin' down chocha
Drove by, smokin' lye
Recognize a pimp, open your eyes
Hop in the passenger side
Word by Bob Hartman
Music by Pete Orta, Lonnie Chapin and John Elefante
Psalm 112:7
He?s got a straight head
In a world of brain dead
He?s got
te
Faire un truc on a des pensés d'attardés
Trop de blablabla mais 13 blo ça
C'est mon équipe mon frère
Comme blablacar pour un drive-by appelle
Mon
the after party
The Embassy Suites downtown, room 112, my darlin
Bring your friends so we can let this party begin
And bring a box of Magnum rubbers so we
style
These bitches calling, asking where the after party
The Embassy Suites downtown, room 112, my darling
Bring your friends so we can let this party
watch got TV's in, CD in play
Wanna find D-O, I'm knee-deep in MJ
(Boy), I'm (Bad)
And You've Got Mail
And I need brain - she said (Yes) like he 112
downtown, room 112, my darlin
Bring your friends so we can let this party begin
And bring a box of Magnum rubbers so we can fuck till the end
Hey bitch, sign
to me, I'll talk back)
First of all I'ma start by just sayin we can't be fucked with
And you know it!!! (Ooooh)
Got all the whole hood in this motherfucker
chose I
I ain't gonna lie
What I look like turnin' down chocha
Drove by, smokin' lye
Recognize a pimp, open your eyes
Hop in the passenger side
are done
7, 14, 21, 28, 35, 42, 49, 56, 63, 70, 77, 84, 91, 98, 105, 112, 119, 126, 133, 140
Counting by sevens
Counting by sevens
Counting by sevens
and then we are done
8, 16, 24, 32, 40, 48, 56, 64, 72, 80, 88, 96, 104, 112, 120, 128, 136, 144, 152, 160
Counting by eights
Counting by eights
Counting
on the block know Mase motto
One thing about Harlem World, we all got dough
98' Tahoe, Tommy and a Roscoe
Case I'm every chased by a Donny Brascoe
Why
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