Lyrics:
Crawling underneath your skin to pry and
Cus i-i-i-
Had enough of the stone-cold enough of the closed doors
Lying underneath with the devil of your soul babe
a murder after midnight
(There's gonna be a killin after midnight)
(You can say this one's a murder by a lunatic)
Say what?
3 or 4 minutes
this side
Yo it's definitely a party goin on, youknowmsayin
BCC, everyday all day
[Rock] Now when you come through the door, what do you see?
[Tek]
high for three days
You can tell by the way I walk I ain't from 'round hurr
Probably couldn't tell 'cause I ain't walkin' nowhere
I got a old-school
Naughty By Nature and the Flavor you-N-I-T
1 motherfucking 2 motherfucking 3
[Chorus: x4]
heart by three simple vision
[The Visions:]
The first was a planet engulfed by the sea
No dry land in sight, not a mountain or tree
No rock jutted out
heart by three simple vision
[The Visions:]
The first was a planet engulfed by the sea
No dry land in sight, not a mountain or tree
No rock jutted out
this y'all
[Verse 1:]
Oh what a feeling! - Drivin' in my four by four
Girlies Galore! - B.I.G. on the door.
Chrome trimming - with the smoke tint
Givin
One, two, got nothin' to lose
Bad bitch, take it from me
Now she gettin' loose
Three, four, why you at the door
She ain't gettin' enough,
Now she
And wedged one under each of his powerful arms and sneaked into a telephone booth
He closed the door! and he pulled down his gray denim bus driver type
Three passports, Three first class tickets to the money
Straight flights
I live by the cold war
Drove from round the globe
All I need is
Running alone, trapped in this world
Not your own, not your home
Pushed down in the dust, left by fate to rust
Feel the pull of the stars from
am on the phone
Nigggas in the trap we ain’t picking up the phone
Feds tryna kick the door down
I’m in the trap and I’m whipping so fast
Bang Banging
it? ) it's my nigga boz, open up the door
And red nigga, these niggas down to kill nigga
But hold up, the plot gets thicker
He said, jay's a trick ass
better
Set it all down in a tear-stained letter
Well my head was beating like a song by the Clash
It was writing checks that my body couldn't cash
Trying to get up to come down
Got that playa shit by the pound
The gold with the lacs and the crown
Make it where them hoes come around
Trying
One Creeper roman street sweeper
Don't get gash by the hour rudeboy
I get gash by the metre wilehouse senior
Lemons will lean ya e3 teacher
LON preacher
knocking at my door
The a b c's will rap to the core
The one two three's stepping on the dancefloor
Sweet as can be sweet as can be
灵感灵感 stay with me
Sweet
he can prove that
He's the one that should take you home
When I'm three doors down sitting by my phone
Why don't you come on over, we can take it slow
wolf came
Eb cb
Knockin' on door
cb Eb
The big bad wolf said,
cb Eb
“Please let me in!”
cb Eb
“Not by the hairs
there was more to the story than that
'Cause she plays things down but according to that
He went missing one day in the morning he ran
She's doing
I'm walking around
(I'm doing a poo)
I'm walking down the street
(I'm doing a poo)
I'm walking inside and I think need to poo
(I'm doing a poo, I'm
Im talking bout fuck all these chains and these diamonds
Who were you when we were surviving off pennies and ramen
2 AM slide with the team by 3 we
the unforgettable name
Of the man they call the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in
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