Lyrics:
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
these are moments for all time?
To think an escapade, a fly-by night affair
Would be an interlude that I've pursued everywhere.
And then the farewell
to win it gone show my commitment
Interlude: Tat Face
Aye Jonez man show these niggas how we was destined for this shit man!
We been doin this shit
why
I just don't know why they trying to play me like I'm stupid
And I don't know Ashanti, but you had me lookin' foolish
Text me at 1:12 AM
Fuck you
should've listened to the Large Professor
And hit the back door cause I
Was raised by my Momma
And my Nanna that I'd never hit
A women to the floor
Cause
is power, it’s power through the tongue
You know I had your back rather why or wrong
Praying every night by the morning I’m strong
1:12
Asking for
of Emilia-Romagna. It’s a warm September morning and the piazza is crowded with people, watched over by the lofty bell tower of the 12th century Basilica of San
(Sometimes)
But we get by
(Well, what'cha want to do with it?)
One day at a time
[T-Boz]
Stuck on me at waffle house
After 1:12, when I go out
Where do
Y'all have a seat, we be right back, mothafucka...
[Interlude: Shawn Wigs]
Come on, this commercial break's almost over
OutKast, M.J.G., you're
dead
Not that i am holy than them
But it's by your grace baba God
That is why i could stroll without fear
I will always give praises to you
Because, you
wanna lose (yeah)
Cant take no break no interlude
No tears here left to cry
I out grew the room
Written By: Paulo B Yavala
Huh, here I go y'all
OK what is in is what is being said in the back ground,
Some of the words I DON'T know and if you do please tell me
Let's get
the after party
The Embassy Suites downtown, room 112, my darling
Bring your friends so we can let this party begin
And bring a box of Magnum rubbers so we
braces
Not for the fingers, bitches fighting over my paper
Y'all need to chill, sit the fuck down and fix ya makeup
Ghost is ya host, so allow me, hand me
[Intro: Phonte (Big Pooh)]
Yo... (Hah!)
Waddup y'all? It's Phonte, I got my man Big Pooh up here with me
(Yeah!) It's about 6'o clock in the Chopp
"He's won a million"
You been beggin' me to pop out
Why you playin'? You be poppin' it to cop out
Girl, I fuck up your plans get 'em swapped out
1999 (Yeah)
TLC, M-O-B (And Goodie Mob)
The synergy of ghetto sounds for the Y-2-G
(What'cha wanna do with it?)
What it is, what it ain't
(What?)
5-9!
[Chorus]
Can't keep comin around me baby
Make my girls say (OHHHH!)
Can't keep running awayyyy
Give it to me now (RUN)
[Interlude: Cha
pockets on sag (oh)
Probably make a hater mad (oh)
Wonder why they hate on me (ooh)
Wonder why they hate on me (skrt)
Wait till I jump in my bag (skrt)
1999 (Yeah)
TLC, M-O-B (And Goodie Mob)
The synergy of ghetto sounds for the Y-2-G
(What'cha wanna do with it?)
What it is, what it ain't
(What?)
to the moves, I'll schedule more interviews
See my life like an interlude
Produced by God and it's voiced by God
Bet the sounds put you in the mood
Like
And there's a and there's a
And there's a and there's a finnne.. linnne
Too late to pray that I'm on it..
Ya yeah yeah
[OutKast]
Y'all uh
deep inside,you could say it makes me fucking sick
(solo)
(interlude)
Why cant you understand me?
Why cant you always stand by
Why cant you see through
I had to take a deep ass hit for this one, y'all
I hope y'all ready for the remix remix on some homegrown bad boy shit
Let's go
Let's get it
Run that
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