Lyrics:
Today's agenda
Got the suitcase up in the Sentra
Go to room 112, tell 'em Blanco sent ya
Feel the strangest
If no money exchanges
I got these kids in
112
112
Help's on the way,
help's on the way.
If I need help,
I know what to do,
I can call the police, fire and ambulance too
I feel
112, right by the staircase, perfect place
When they evacuate, they meet they fate
Ron pass the gasoline, the nigga pass me kerosene
Fuck it, its
This is the time where you all should report to the dance floor
112 So So Def
Stop, wait a minute, hold up love
J.D. plus 112 add that up
Now,
Do that Puff Daddy shit, son!
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Yeah, yeah, yeah, what, what, what...
ATL, Harlem World, ATL
ATL, Harlem World, ATL
112
the thought
Of being by myself
But I can't see myself
Loving no, nobody else
Repeat 1
[112]
And when ever you need me girl
I'll be right by your side
I'll
I Think by 112
He said that you were crazy
He said that you were losin your mind
And that you don't know how to treat a man
But baby you do me
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
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
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
Report to the dance floor
Bad Boy baby
112, Beanie Sigel
Here we go!
God damn, guess who stepped up in the place?
The kid with two rubbers on his
down...yeah, yeah
Uhh...
I want to be where you are
And everything you do...
112 sing it..
Girl, if you want the sun
Then I'll shine it your way
Know We Really Appreciate
All He's Done
So Puff, This Is For You Man
Continue To Keep It Real
Mmmm
You Just Don't Know
The Way You Make Us Feel
By the arithmetics of my life
That I misunderstood
112 and 224
An outcome always opens up a door
I should have listened better to the advice
Do that Puff Daddy shit, son!
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Yeah, yeah, yeah, what, what, what...
ATL, Harlem World, ATL
ATL, Harlem World, ATL
112
Recorded by Zen Chien @ 112F Recording Studio
Assisted by Chris Chen @ 112F Recording Studio
Mixed and Mastered by Zen Chien @ 112F Recording Studio
Cover
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
understand him better by and by
Trials dark on every hand and we cannot understand
All the ways God will lead us
To the blessed promised land
He will guide us
It's crazy the way you make me feel
Yo candy rain take my soul for real
It was 7:02 we ended at 1:12
Tell me that its all mines like we was playing
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
universe, any atmosphere
Clock say 1:12 so we're outta here
We can do it everywhere
She throwing up dubs screaming west side
I got a Cali king you can fit
Do that Puff Daddy shit, son!
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Yeah, yeah, yeah, what, what, what...
ATL, Harlem World, ATL
ATL, Harlem World, ATL
112
universe, any atmosphere
Clock say 1:12 so we're outta here
We can do it everywhere
She throwing up dubs screaming west side
I got a Cali king you can fit
2000, 2000
112, 112
And we won't stop, 'cause we can't stop. no we won't stop, 'cause we can't stop
I heard you got plenty of money
Plenty
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