Lyrics:
You're the left hand right hand man
The right man
You won't let me down
You won't let me down
You won't let me
I know you in the dark
By
baby?
I know this dope spot called one another
Or maybe we might swing by the Egg
The perfect place to play house
I could smother you
I just might be
in your private dreams, you're in the public eye
You know that I pass out each time that you pass by
Could make a grown man cry
For I just can't
[Intro: A friend]
Chill Twan, damn man!
That nigga Big got somethin to say?
Yo Big, what'chu got to say Big?
[Intro:]
Yeah... yeah...
Special
that you heard this
I don't care what he say
Baby girl you're perfect
And any man who say you not
Then they ain't worth it
Just know they can't hurt this
Sometimes we feel the power of God's great
Hands are felt by some not worthy
While those who sing and praise God's
Name seemed to be passed by
But
(like repossession)
Belive that
By the way that you scream my name
I put a talk that you ain't been claimed
Now you up in here with that lame
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Man Man ManMacho Man Man Man
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Or maybe this is a perfect world
And this is how it's meant to be
In a perfect world
You are afraid of being controlled
By your feelings for a man
But I
Poison and Roses Little man
What have you done
Did you see it coming
Never led that way
Happened by itself
Little man where have you been
Does your
perfect
She's just a little too worth it
I don't deserve her at all, no, not at all
I only text her, man, I never call
I'm still a canine at heart, I'm
cleaner than your
Motherfucking preacher on sunday morning
Me, I run the streets all week, hustle hard
I do work to get by
But bet I be the cleanest
outta court like
What the fuck they thought?
It made me sob up
My mans I just can't picture bein' locked up
They used to bein' mad fly
850i style Cherokee
by Gloria Carter and Adaness Revees
Who made love under the Sycamore tree
Which makes me
A more sicker emcee than my momma would claim
At ten
haven't found the remedy to every tear she'll cry,
But I'll try to be the one who's by her side.
I may not be her perfect chemistry,
a mansion, look at all this stuff
I dunno
Look, I see something over there
Woo, man
Well, can't you hear us selling "rag and bone"?
Bring out your junk
by
She say we look like pimpin
I say baby you know you can't stop the boss
The definition of a boss
Let me put you up on it
B-O-S-S, Bread Over Sucker
and the water are the only blues
The only deadline is chasin' sunshine
Peace of mind the only plan
For the Anchor Man
A perfect day by design
A couple
You know, it ain't no use
Banging your head
Up against a cold stone wall
'Cause no one perfect
Except for the Lord
Even the best's bound
no man, what
Damn, to me you look perfect
Bend that ass over; let me see how you work it
Poppin' and shakin', get on your knees hit the dirt
Girl I go
like she's the only one in the room
Her hair's a perfect mess, falling out of that dress
Take a drunk girl home
Take a drunk girl home
Let her
was thick and still
Now I'm not one to soon forget and I bet I never will
Picture for a moment the perfect irony
A flawless new beginning eclipsed by
That I was just a ???? girl by youth, no
[Bridge]
(you was so ready for
I was so in at you)
Now ready to be the man that you want me to be
(I'm such
losing my mind
All these politicians they don't see our needs
All of these people we're all lost by greed
And we're dying of the rich man’s disease
So
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