Lyrics:
In fact it was a third Monday
You came along to be the one for me
And now I'm alone
I'm sittin' here by the phone
Call and say that you're okay
So
First I was afraid, I was petrified
Kept thinking I couldn't live without
You by my side
But then I spent so many nights
Thinking in how you did me
You just popped in the Lil Jon remix of "The Workout Plan", and
And five, four, three, two, one
And here come the five to the seven and six
I
taste
By God's grace
You were born with that face
Nothing but pure beauty
So for an eternity I feel it's my duty
To be a soldier
Dipping I got plans
heard that my pool parties like Mardi Gras
I know you heard that my girl is sponsored by Audemars
That's why she always correctin' me when my time is
do it, I'mma pour more)
Well if you goin' coupe, I'm goin' four door
Shake that body, party that bod (That's rare nigga!)
Shake that body, party that
a nigga you don't argue
Came here to die in the game I'm retarded
Know it's got a name I ain't knowing what to call it
Mama three-way the call chopping
to you
Oh, Miss Delaney (Miss Delaney)
Whatcha sad for?
You waited by the window
And I was kicking down your door
Oh, Miss Delaney
Where's
Making my way past Tullahoma
Better pick up the pace
I'm traveling with a three ring circus
Headed for Santa Fe
I finally found a radio station
had like jazz
If you down for change then they take your voice away
And then they tell you the best is white
Co-signed by a nigga that pimped the mic
began to swim
I should have escaped right then
But I stayed here and look at the trouble I'm in
You've got a face for radio, a voice for silent film
I'm
all my friends around
It'd be last call whenever I fall down
If I lived here, I'd be home by now
Quarter don't buy much these days
But 'round
to my nigga dre 10 million and counting
Who me
The Nigga that mixed it mastered it edit it wrote it spit it your kids spoke it
M3
Enoughs enough
You
fum, Cassius Clay here I come
26, 27, 28, 29, I'm gonna make your face look just like mine
Five, four, three, two, one, Cassius Clay you'd better run
silver-clad bikini
Singing, dancing round her fruit tree
Here we go round the lemon tree
Mister, can you hear me
Here we go round the lemon tree
Mister,
star is crossed
Little Jamie writes V. Thirteen
Comes in by the door, goes out by screen
He don't listen to me, he knows everything
Girls on the avenue
Where do we start?
How 'bout right here where we are?
You've been carryin' this weight around
Walk in the door and lay it down
Life goes fast
two-door shit
Look in my rear view, listen you're too close Thicke
You got it wrong, I don't touch the heaters
Though my Ice Cream sneakers got the drug
crush a lot
But you know Big Pun and Joe are still down by law
Who's down to crush tonight?
Hey yo, I'm still not a playa but you still a hater
and
If you 'buse it you ain't gonna be able to choose it
'Cause you ain't gonna have it further on down the line
Things ain't gonna be so fine
fum, Cassius Clay here I come
26, 27, 28, 29, I'm gonna make your face look just like mine
Five, four, three, two, one, Cassius Clay you'd better run
room, their in my room
Ma'am calm down, deputies are on the way
is the door locked
Ma'am?
N N, dup dup, dup double u, a a, a a
N N, dup dup, dup
done without
It was such a bore
And I could here the boy next door was having fun
And that was something that I'd really never done
When I was a little
told me, "I was never looking for a friend
Maybe you could swing by my room around ten
Baby, bring the lemon and a bottle of gin
We'll be in between
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