Lyrics:
By kiedyś móc powiedzieć że w niej nie chcę dalej chodzić
Zakładam maskę przed niechcianym wzrokiem twarz chronię swą
I czekam cały dzień na czas gdy
Joe, left by Judy with the booty crew
but they blame the game Suzy with the snooty two (who?)
The Blockout Thugs plus the hoochie crew, shit I keep my
And talk of love
Just knock three times and whisper low
That you and I were sent by Joe
Then strike a match and you will know
That you're in Hernando's
at me and talk of love
Just knock three times and whisper low
That you and I were sent by Joe
Then strike a match and you will know
You're in
like you, got real meaning
I'm like the low-ridas, I like the oldies
You know songs, like Agony and Ecstacy by Smokey
You's a phony, I heard
homies a Whether be
Fred Dogg S P double E D why cause that's my type of guy
DeWalt Evans and BigJ Ski into the muthafuckin job done by my boy Joe be
with a bow on his thumb and a fiddle in his hand
He tunes up the fiddle and he rosins up the bow
And he plays an old tune called "Cotton Eyed Joe
condoms, 2 dice and 1 bag of dope
Ooh, Rev. ain't right, his church ain't right
Decon is a pimp, you could tell by his ice
Mother Parks said, "Brother
And talk of love
Just knock three times and whisper low
That you and i were sent by joe
Then strike a match and you will know
That you're in Hernando's
I used to kick it with a brother named, Moe
Moe used to kick it with a brother named, Joe
Joe used to kick it with his girlfriend Lateisha
the cops
The holes are too small
Got these huge bald spots on top of my head
Emerging like unwanted islands
I'm trying to vote myself off of
By force
I want to get to know you entirely by feel
I'm gonna take my time, my passion unconcealed
Oh, let me learn about you entirely by feel
I want you
20 Years (Have Gone By) - (c) Joe Shane
Wasted words can't say what feelings express
Sometimes I can't explain the way I really feel
I know what I
One thing I notice as the years go by
U never really know
People on yo side get to leave and they go
Winter starts to come and the weather turns cold
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
It's the return, East Atlanta, Santa!
Off the wall, off the chain
Off the top, I'm off the leash
So many freaks coming by the spot
Had to move,
This is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it
[The D.O.C.]
Swinging, singing a brand new rap
On a rhythm concocted by
anything
Not blonde looks, cars, or varsity teams
Upper row seats, Jim Beam
He had a friend, a genius, he was used
To getting passed by (by by by by
waiting
My soul anticipating your love, your love, your love
Ladies and gentlemen
I have the pleasure to present on my album
Mr. dizzy gillespie blow!
has been waiting
My soul anticipating your love, your love, your love
Ladies and gentlemen,
I have the pleasure to present on my album
Mr. Dizzy
waiting
My soul anticipating your love, your love, your love
Ladies and gentlemen
I have the pleasure to present on my album
Mr. dizzy gillespie blow!
love you, I'd hate you
I'm playing your stereogram
Singles remind me of kisses
Albums remind me of plans
Tonight it's love by the fire
The wind
you
I'm playing your stereogram
Singles remind me of kisses
Albums remind me of plans
Tonight it's love by the fire
The wind plays over the coals
The ones that stood by me like soldiers
You were there
I know you love me
But I'm still waiting for the Lord to come hug me
Send a sign or somethin'
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