Lyrics:
He'll never let you fall (good God almighty)
Keep your head up (He walking by your side)
Smile again
You've been down too long
Lift your head up,
the twister like your baby sister
I want your baby sister, give me your baby sister, I dig your baby sister
Rise up on her knees
Do the sweet pea, do
(come on)
Not with a knot like this (let's go)
Lying down with the 2-1-5
Middle finger stay high, make it rock like this
Dirty Money up in your area
I see you every day walking down the avenue
I'd like to get to know you but all I do is smile at you.
Oh baby, when it comes to talking my tongue
tight
Never let go
Bring me
All your fears
Tell me all your lies
Whisper in my ear
All things
That make you cry
When you are alone
Caress my
Finger tips
the twister like your baby sister
I want your baby sister, give me your baby sister, I dig your baby sister
Rise up on her knees
Do the sweet pea, do
fingers
Wave your hand
And do your dance to the Lord
One, two
One, two, three
Let's go
Snap your fingers
Snap your fingers
Snap your fingers
Snap your
don't know what to do
I got your back and I'm gonna be there for you
Yo I hold him down like nobody else
So when it's time thrive I'm by side you
I'm sick of your excuses without me how can you do it?
Do bad all by myself, nigga you're just useless
Dude I don't need your sex (your sex)
I'm moving
down by the Underground
I drink up all the Hennessey ya got on ya shelf
So just let me introduce myself
My name is Humpty, pronounced with a Umpty
she got to be to work by eight
This must mean she ain't tryin to wait
Conversate, sex on the first date I state
"You know what you do to me"
She starts,
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot your
your days with me
Or do you send him to his grave?
Why make her lie to you, to save me?
Angel of Music (past the point of no return)
For
honey I know your reputation I know the drinks that you can fix
Don't get your fingers frosted trying the way I drink it comes already mixed
This
your finger
Sing to your hoe she wanna have me as her ringer
Know we cooler than you never could imagine
Pull your hoe, she walking to the pageant
In my
around here 'cause it's dangerous (Wizard)
I be hangin' 'round here and I'm famous (Wizard)
Gotta keep the trigger by my finger (my finger)
Hit her
has a chance to move
Catches him by the neck the end of the rope
Of which the PHANTOM has let go
Remains magically suspended in mid-air)
Order your
me as crazy
As the world was over this whole Y2K thing
And by the way, N'Sync, why do they sing?
Am I the only one who realizes they stink?
Should
don't want to scare you
I don't want to do you any harm
But you've got your finger on the trigger
And you're about to set off my alarm
You oughta
Your legs or your breasts
Mrs. Fried Chicken, you gonna be a nigga death
Created by southern black women to serve massa' guest
You gonna be a nigga
I wanna be your chick
I wanna be down for you
Do you trust me? (Yeah)
Love me? (Yeah)
You puttin' it on me?
You must be, your down-ass chick
many nights that you'd lie wide awake to the sound of the poison rain
Where did you go? Where did you go?
Where did you go?
As days go by
gotta do is feel
Your body's gonna start to heal
The finger tips of holy fire
Ever lasting sweet desire
It never mattered what the doctor said
busy without your crew?
Let's get it on nigga, do what we gotta do
You buckin' me, I'm buckin' right back at you
Fuck where you at kid, it's where
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