Lyrics:
Regulate his troubled mind
Every sailor has a chart
And a star to guide him home
When the storm clouds are riding through a winter sky
Sail away, sail away
that's why I carry Mini-Me
I need fifty feet when my performance starts
I push a armored car wit ?Lauren Harts?
Nineteen inches, I'm not on the charts
on the charts
Wasn't even dreamin' this far, believe who you are
The sun doesn't even know it's a star
Get light with it
Day party to midnight with it
Ice
went away
Life ain't no fun
The songs you write about her
Keep coming back without her
The king of the charts is
The king of broken hearts
Number one
chart on the wall
Soft violence and hands touch your throat
Ev'ryone wants to explode
And when your hands get dirty
Nobody knows you
James
To hell with the bitches and the so-called fame (uh-huh)
Strictly biz to hard (kid yeah) as I climb charts
Bustin ass daily as I compose like
safely caught her.
Confusion of stars where's the pattern
To chart us away from collision?
We are dust, we are spark, we were light before dark
It was all
Dana Goodman (chill) he thought the song was on track
So two weeks later it was out on wax
It busted up the charts like a hydrogen bomb
Up up up it
be , Humpty and Jimmy, the master of the charts
And on the tipple several brothers, we muskets
It's Tahid, Akeem, Cracker see and Cee Justice
Plus
soul around
On your mark red ribbon runner
The caressing rev of motors
Finely tuned like fancy women
In Thirties evening gowns
Up the charts
Off
All night long to a long, good, strong song
Hug, the rhyme'll shine on much stronger
A tougher chart buster went tutta
Summer, been back through
The plot was perfect, though we needed a gimmick
So we thought up this dance called Throw the Dizznick
In no time at all, things started growin'
Charts were
(Say what?)
Number one on your Billboard charts
Showing love to them thugs that be holding the blocks
And we be tearing up the club like the Three Six
a dime a dozen
A kin not blood related, but you can call us cousins
Cause as we climb the charts, better known as statistics
Brothers on my jock while I'm
the sights and sounds clear across the globe
This jam might hit or miss the charts
But the style gets wild as state of the art
Dazzling
playin'
Cause with a partner like E Double don't come a dime a dozen
A kin not blood related, but you can call us cousins
Cause as we climb the charts
chart it
Cause now in eighty-nine, the purpose of a rhyme
is to strengthen and uplift the mind
Although I'll achieve and achieve and achieve
it's
Two People In the World
Little Anthony and the Imperials
Written by Richard Barrett and Ernest Wright, Jr.
This did not make the Pop chart
I am somebody else
You can pretend I'm an old millionaire
A millionaire washing his hands
Rattle the bones, dreams that stick out
A medical chart
sing along
Timbaland knows the way to reach the top of the charts
Maybe if I work with him I can perfect the art
I'ma do the things that I wanna do
"How's that?"
If the sergeant wants a cigarette, treat him right,
Set fire to your draft card, and offer him a light.
When you see the eye chart
He topped the charts
These are the songs
[Chorus]
These are my heart songs
They never feel wrong
And when I wake
For goodness sake
These are
Color me your color, baby
Color me your car
Color me your color, darling
I know who you are
Come up off your color chart
I know where you're
I push a armored car wit enormous hearts
Nineteen inches, I'm not on the charts
Doc turnin' dark off a warning shot
Drive off and pop, six in ya
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