Lyrics:
Little by little
My heart grieves
Little by little
I call your name
Little by little
My tears flow
Little by little
Everything changes
stallions in my stable
Fuck what them hoes say, Canseco, we balling
But this ain't no ball game and I ain't got no bat
And all y'all niggas small change,
my pride conceal it
You got Wayne, I charge it to the game
And baby, you can keep the change, but
(I got to hold on, hold on to my receipt)
stallions in my stable
Fuck what them hoes say, Canseco, we balling
But this ain't no ball game and I ain't got no bat
And all y'all niggas small change,
His four to hart, and his trey to spade
Three Kings with their legions come
Preparations soon where made
They voted club the days commander
Gave him
My money three-sixty, you only one-eighty (That's right)
Half of the game too lazy (yeah)
Still sleeping on me, but I'm 'bout to wake 'em, yep
I'm
of the
So-called radical man by 2045
Let's get radical
Let's get radical
Watch me now
Schooled in the art of digital games
When the war broke out they called your
gone by
We started losing her when she lost him
But to hear her carry on
You'd swear she's seventeen again
Football games and leaves are cracklin'
Jolene, I'm a woman too
The games you play are nothing new
So you don't want no heat with me, Jolene
We been deep in love for twenty years
I raised that
This mornin' when the paper landed in your yard
Do you know their names
Can you play their games
Without losin' track and comin' down a bit too hard
game's all over
And she knows she's lost
As the band plays
The Last Cheater's Waltz
And, ooh, ooh, ooh
Don't they sound lonely?
And, ooh, ooh,
And now the final frame, love is a losing game
Played out by the band, love is a losing hand
More than I could stand, love is a losing hand
MP3's killed the record companies
MP3's killed the record companies
MP3's killed the record companies
MP3's killed the record companies
Smothered by
covered up by night when you're away.
When you're away the image of your face is clear,
It is clear across the room and I am here,
Against the wall,
going west
The dogs and pigeons fly up and they flutter around
A man with a badge skips by
Three fellas crawlin' on their way back to work
Nobody
Three coins in the fountain,
Each one seeking happiness.
Thrown by three hopeful lovers,
Which one will the fountain bless?
Three hearts in
didn't know what she'd say but she heard 3 rings and then....
If its Friday night I'm at the ball game
And First thing Saturday if it don't rain
I'm
[Nelly]
Yo, yo, yo
Hey yo it's three in the morning and the party's still going
Bass still knocking, "Pimp Juice" still flowing
'Tics in the back, you
three niggas, splitin' four hundred grand (aight)
We all feel the loss but enjoy the profit
The game is the same and nothin' gonna stop it
Most times
of day
Oh, bury me not and his voice failed there
But we took no heed to his dying prayer
In a narrow grave just six by three
We buried him there
times denied
A sea of changes three miles wide
Whose side are you on?
One by one
The ships come sailing in
One by one
The ships go
Here in the day, here in the light
All I can see is you last night
Lit by the moon still by my side
Loving arms open wide.
And the love
the dough
All you got is three niggas kicking at your door, ha ha
Here come the paramedics, here come the paramedics
It goes one for the ghetto, two
a friend
Had three different kids from three different men
And that's just the way shit was
Couldn't change it couldn't rearrange it so there it was
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