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we made, A street serenade You can't be like your brother and mike, Content just to live and get by. I hope that your fine, At 13th and 9.
Could shower new horizons soon Call the tune Will you swoon As I croon Your serenade
Was just a preview This is the love scene part to The sequel gets ready Ooo baby O baby baby Let?s make a DVD Watch it over and over and over and over
call you, George" I said, "Baby, (baby), baby, (baby), baby, (baby) Well, you can call me George Jetson, call me George Jones I'll be your
time... This is the genesis my love... This key was the very first step Towards you... The call of my wild serenades And your heart's rest
(words & music by joy byers) I'll send you red roses by the dozen I'll call you sweet little things like turtle dove I'll whisper pretty things in
Drives by and splashes me Get there the queue's outrageous Ladies taking ages My rage is blowing gauges How long's it take to validate your wages?
call love I can't take no more Go knock on someone else's door I'm a lay-by lover And you're just another Who just wants to hit and run Now your
everything that stands Fooled by the sales pitch for progress at a dizzy pace We idolize the filthy rich for giving us synthetic taste Computer calls, urban
on secondhand news She wore clips in her hair And she judged boys by their shoes call it coincidence But whenever we're together You're on top of the world While
you on your cellular phone There's no way you can hide the won't leave you alone Cd-rom to Dvd, vinyl Lp to mp3 Welcome to the computer age You've got
by the homies, unless you hit the switches, don't have hydraulics, and act like a bitch! when you hit the switches get your shine on, think about
ass would die From them secondhand rhymes you wrote Or shall I call them second rhymes - written seconds 'fore you enter the booth Words thrown
caught in a web you spun yourself Face to face with your failure this very day You call out her name you can't help yourself But you need love like
demand Be first class, don't ever think second-hand You're gonna be a star, a big star In style, L.A. Style (Get in style) Say hi as you cruise by
feelin like the best, nobody fuckin with us We done turned to a bygone don crew We got the semi Kimora like Djimon Hounsou A lifetime criminal, live by
indeed Gotta know you're ver-ily respected, by me You get the keys to the Lexus, but no drive You get your own 2002, she through ridin' Keep yo' ass
And she cain't be fixed, so what if she yours? We turn housewifes to everyday whores Send 'em up in stores with the false ID To get DVD's and big screen
Come get your kool on, stars are made to shine Stars are made to shine I’m in the double G, three-piece tux Screaming dressed to kill Hope somebody
than Sherlock Holmes or I TV's Taggart I'm dapper refined and they call me the maggot Turn your back and your pocket he will pick His eyes
Can't get rid of this taste of blood Can't erase the face that hunts me A call from the shadows below A serenade of haunting voices Someone is
serenades, jumps on deaf ears and lands it with ease. if you're no angel, then where did you get those wings? your fly on by blue eyes break me. is it in
love our music slowed down by screw [Lil' Flip] Down south lil flip wreckin all these boys Major labels don't even wanna call these boys [Lil' Flip]
me to follow their path to the afterlife I've got an appetite For nice things and pipe dreams that my enemies could be blasted by New metaphors
caught up in a bind for bein stupid like abortion These are the types of checks you can't cash when your trying to live long can't afford to be An ass