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Gigolo

R. Kelly

Now, Vol. 15

2004

clothes
Always surrounded, by so many (HO!)
I'm a gigolo, always on the go
Everytime I turn around, I got another show
In the club, hit about three in

and we rolling it up, uh
I'm off the gas by the pound (okay)
Bitch I get high, I geek up, uh
(Starstruck)
Love when you 'round yeah yeah, whoa whoa
Better

in me, he believin' in me And nobody can stop me
Yeah wherever you tell me I go
Pedal to the floor
Hop in the whip and we go
'Cause I'm servin' my

clothes
Lately I been stuck in a space didn't think I could go
See I been thinking bout my karma
Coming round & catching up to me
I been thinking bout my

All I see is Yellow Comets let em' rain down
In the meadow where we always hang out
I had to tell her stop it I ain't playing round
Don't fall for me

as fuck
I ain’t playing 'round wit' these niggas
Man I’m tryna get 7 figures
Bout that time I go get it
Time to take over my city
I know niggas ain’t really

Chorus:
Brick by brick
we gonna build this Empire
Bit by bit
Little more fuel on this fire
Stack em up stack em up
See how high they go
Light em up

Represent

B.G.

Chopper City

1999

straight CAPPIN!
Loose clips go get that motherfucker something
50 rounds from that chop will go get that buster straight dump
I might pop that trunk
I'm

surprise
Take him by surprise
I hope he go to hell alive
Go to hell alive
I hope he go to hell alive
Go to hell alive
I hear my enemy’s voices in my head

baby
You know we from the trenches, baby
Spin it, block it, spin again, go crazy
I be gettin' high by myself like I'm a loner

I been winnin' lately, but

How should I tell you? It's a drill going on
Every time we get up close, we take a face and crack a dome
Never fill the car up, if Ima slide, I go

are growing

We're the kids in America (ho-oh)
We're the kids in America (ho-oh)
Everybody live for the music-go-round

Bright lights the music gets

and this drink I got is almost gone
And I've been doing wrong my whole life long
So here's my song here's my song

Five pounds of dro five rounds or mo'
Tore

time they said the black man loss
And if you doubt us well then that's just yo black ass loss
So gather round real quick
We gon make a real shift
Gather

It's unconditional the way I'm feeling right now
I find it spiritual when we drive with the top down
Let's make this quick so we can go back to your

The Voice

Follow the footsteps 

Or travel down your own road 

Designing your fate 

Hear what your heart says 

Still you decide which way to go

always will get by
with you in my life
don't you ever leave
don't you ever leave

our love is like a merry go round
sometimes it's up
sometimes it's down

let you in
We could go out to eat
You could tell me how you been

I'm by yo side
All night
Call my phone if you need to cry
Cause I'm by yo side
All

see that nigga he gone blow em down
Might hear an open round
I ain't wit the shit just keep my folks around
I go by cola guess the know me now
Got

Long ago, I left my home, the roads I roam, round shores I've grown
Worked to port a trading ship, to gain a trade, made ways my own
Soon we were

Loving You Is a Dirty Job But Somebody's Gotta Do It

Bonnie Tyler

Secret Dreams & Forbidden Fire

1986

you gotta go through it
It doesn't matter baby
Loving you's a dirty job
But somebody's gotta do it

There were times when we'd never fake it
There

Say round, let me hit ya right back
Hot right now, the feds got my phone tap
Can ya hear me, can ya hear me now?
Can ya hear me now? Can ya hear me

Nation divided by greed and vanity 
Can't take much more of all this insanity 

Woah oh oh oh 
Woah oh oh oh 
Round and around and around we go

A fucked

going round and round
Endless circles all night long
Never worry bout a thing
I’m here, hope you’d do the same
We will go anywhere you want
Name the place