Lyrics:
Girl you blow my mind everytime that you walk by
Me love her in me heart and me love her none stop
Come into the place with a ragga hiphop
Solar mc
enough to blow your mind
(Shorty) She think she bad
Get on the floor and shake that ass
(Shorty) She think she fine
Fine enough to blow your mind
(Shorty)
You nigga wants to show me
If you never really thought
Let's blow it up, showing off
You nigga wants to smoke weed
Let's come round
Let's just take
brothers are dyin' (yes, hold ya head)
Livin' fast, too fast
The weed got me tweakin' in my mind, I'm thinkin'
God bless the child that can hold his own
By the last breath of the four winds that blow
I'll have revenge upon Fortunato
Smile in his face I'll say "come let us go
I've a cask
the artist
Or put other people at risk
By destroying everything we touch either way
I'm gonna let this motherfucker burn
so troubled
We could never think that much
It should never get this bad
So let the wind blow ya across a big floor
But there's no one around who
you pull out da dunk
Nigga lift up the trunk
Nigga turn up the funk
Nigga pull up the blunt
Nigga blow out the skunk
Then back to the bar
Let's take it
Written by jay kay and toby smith
Love ya
I need ya
I think i want to squeeze ya
Nightly so tightly, girl you know you really blow my mind
Say
We gotta find,
I want your name
On my tattoo
You blow my mind,
So tell me,
I want to know
Glitter shines forever
Forever an' ever,
I
The book of the new school rap game
Writers treat me like Coltrane, insane
Yes to them, but to me I'm a different kind
We're brothers of the same mind
to know that by now.)
Baby when you walk,
You shake like a willow tree.
And oh baby, you sure look so good to me.
(Easy with this one)
Let me
want the whole enchilada
I got 'em by the collar, watch me drop 'em
On the head at the bottom
You ain't gotta shoot 'em cause I already shot 'em
and the golf course
Carry the New York Times, shoot a few holes, blow their minds
You're probably wondering by now
Just what this song is all about
What's
Oh yeah
Look out
Oh yeah
Hey, what's your name?
Yeah, we're both thinking the same thing
Well now, we let the games begin
Let me introduce
blind folds
Fi, fi, fo! From go ahead and blow me now
I need a freak to hold me down!
I like the way you move
And the way you do the things you do
blow
I'm nothin' nice and my advise is
Just to let it go
I would just battle you but somehow
I don't think it's fair i'm not an amateur
I'll damage ya
word, ya'll know how the realest niggaz is
Don't let me tell ya'll again, bitch, straight up
I put all this right there, on niggaz in H.T.M.'s son
clock tries to tick out my time
To disgrace, distract, and bother me
And the dirt of gossip blows into my face
And the dust of rumors covers me
But if
Let me tell ya, let me tell ya now
Oops, I got up inside of your dirty, dirty mind (Oh my)
Don't ya love it?
Don't ya love it, yeah?
Oops, I got
control I'm activatin' your soul
You know, the way the games get controlled, yo
Two years ago, a friend of mine
Told me Alizé and Cristal blows your mind
can't get by, boy
Don't let the sunshine fool you
And don't let the bluebirds tool ya
And don't let the women do ya
Put your hand in mine
Don't
you with me (V, put the house on your boy)
Where you at? (Oh)
Where you at? (Oh)
Where you at? Say (oh) (I got us)
Niggas if you with me
Let me
(streets)
They call me residue, I leave blow on these beats (beats)
Got diarrhea flow, now I shit on niggas (yeah)
Even when I'm constipated I still shit
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