Lyrics:
(Pipe that shit up TNT)
(Dmac on the fucking track)
(Tahj Money)
Mmm, mmm, mmm
Bondin' over drugs and pain, dirty Sprite share
My dawg was one
down on Bleecker Street
I went in to see her as a kind of joke
And she lit a candle for my love luck
And eighteen bucks went up in smoke
Sharon, I
with a Creole girl from the Lakes of Pontchartrain.
I said my pretty Creole girl, me money here's no good
If it weren't for the alligators I'd
the Beulah shoot gates
And it was at Louisville that I
Went down in the well
And a suicide wrap I held in my hand
The clown just shook his boom
While I dangled
MY KIND OF DANGER
Words & Music by Eric Stuart
Welcome to the freak show see you got the invitation
Another crumpled up, love note, dagger
on Bleecker Street
I went in to see her as a kind of joke
And she lit a candle for my love luck
And eighteen bucks went up in smoke
Sharon, I left my man
love in my arms
Find serenity like Psalms 23
In the midst of enemies
Lobster is all we’ll eat
Crab legs, your favorite kind of meat
Theres a table
The Braniac, the theory be conspiracy
Keep my eye on the birdie, but never get my hands dirty
Verbally call the Maniac and his attack dogs
Signing contracts
to love in a strange kind of fashion,
With lots of "hey, ho-de-ho, hi-de-hi!",
And I can guarantee I'm full of passion,
Like the Lorelei!
Oh I'm
And follow me now, while I take ya up into
A barrel of a gun, see. For the dub, you're done.
For the bud, I run, for the love of my money.
[Krayzie]
I've been a fool for love
Ever since I was a baby
Just a rockin' in the cradle
As a rule, I was
The kind that laid his feelings
Up front
So I'm singing
And this is my kinda love
It's the kind that moves on
It's unkind and leaves me alone
Yes it does
And this is my kinda love
If you want a lover
I'll do anything you ask me to
And if you want another kind of love
I'll wear a mask for you
If you want a partner, take my
So I'm singing
And this is my kinda love
It's the kind that moves on
It's unkind and leaves me alone
Yes it does
And this is my kinda love
was in town a-drinking,
I drank a health to the ladies all around,
But my love to Barbara Allen."
He turned his pale face to the wall
And death
thirteen year old boobs
I'd hang out by the junior
High like my dad does
Tom: Hey
You know what I learned in fifth grade?
Mark: What's that
Your dad has
all this bullshit
Mad as fuck, a nigga had enough
From jump street, saw my father murder massacre slain
One shot took half of his brain, I recapture
greater sinner
I have come in search of Jesus, hoping he will understand
I had a woman once, she was kind and she was gentle
Had a child by me, who
all this bullshit
Mad as fuck, a nigga had enough
From jump street, saw my father murder massacre slain
One shot took half of his brain, I recapture
out, they'll be too close to mention
(CHORUS)
Love, love, love
Blame it on love
Love, love, love blame it on love
Blame it on love
I drive by her
fuck in my church shoes
Humblest guy in the room and I am in the room too (Get it?)
I'll bend you over on the roof while whistling Audio Two
They say
She had a habit tht she couldnt really stop,
Needed money so she had to hit the block, nobody knew it so
She steady had to play a role, went
turn your dream to shame
He slept a summer by my side
He filled my days with endless wonder
He took my childhood in his stride
But he was gone when
feet first
You've got a nice gat but my heat's worse
From a thug to preachin' church, I gave you love, now you eatin' dirt
Needin' work and I ain't
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