Lyrics:
Man, it's Superman, that Kryptonite, yeah
Ayy, ayy, at 18, bought my first Mercedes
Ridin' 'round town, fuckin' all the ladies
Ayy big diamond rings,
wonderful
And you, with the velvet touch
Make things so nice and warm
Cold outside, But i'm not cold
I'd never go
Where the wild wind blows
She's so
[B-Real]
I lost my innocence at birth but I make no excuses
For the trivial things and the pain life induces
Bitches are wild, and so was I, young
Table saws
And perfect flaws
A cold, hard concrete floor
A radio to drown out the days
You can't do it anymore
Contractors get callous
In those
of the wild life and the women that he'd known
How none of them had ever meant a thing
He told me of a black night much the same as this
Of the strange
[Ja Rule]
Uh, uh, yeah
We back up in this motherfucker
Murder Inc
Ha ha
I go by the name of the Rule
You know
Got my nigga Chink Santana in
Been through the storm, through the cold and rain
Everything's still the same
Can't control how I feel
Sometimes it's hard to keep it real
You
Been through the storm, through the cold and rain
Everything's still the same
Can't control how I feel
Sometimes it's hard to keep it real
You
mind,
I've been trying to drown
The thought of you
By drinking too much wine
Then my imagination
Starts running wild,
I snap my fingers
feral stare, her dark hair
Her winter lips as cold as stone
Yeah, I was her man
But there are some things love won't allow
I held her hand but I don't
feral stare, her dark hair
Her winter lips as cold as stone
Yeah, I was her man
But there are some things love won't allow
I held her hand but I don't
We will fly
Way up high
Where the cold wind blows
Or in the sun
Laughing having fun
With all the people that she knows
And if the situation
things have to change
Oh Lord, what I would not give to feel that southern rain
You said that we could last forever
But I had my wild oats yet to sow
We will fly
Way up high
Where the cold wind blows
Or in the sun
Laughing having fun
With all the people that she knows
And if the situation
the next song
20 Hours
In an old van
Up the east coast
Through the cold wind
Drove 20 hours
By the ocean
Up the east coast
What a road trip
Now that
on God's green earth
Be my reefer, got to keep smokin' that thing
No, no, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
I said now baby, baby let me smoke
should hear me, I'm your conscience talkin
If you don't want to listen, hey, it ain't no thing
You rap for a living, but you wish you could sing
You think
Where ya goin?
I could trap by myself, I don't need no help
Look, I trap when it's cold out, trap with the lights out
Trap with the air conditioning
to get ill and kinda buck wild
Pop pop, just like the part that's in my walk with street talk
I'm runnin' up the block in the dark where lead spark
Davy, Davy Crockett, king of the wild frontier, yeah
Davy, Davy Crockett, king of the wild frontier
Well he's in Indian town, and what spots his
else I'm 18
But I still mostly hang by myself doing the same things
Tryna live beside myself starting to change things
Tryna love besides myself or just
be movin' wit
Caught up in the things that the street game confused you wit
We're provin' it
Let it be known if retaliation
Home
[Ving Rhames]
He's a hustler, unbound by law
A self-made, millionaire
With a wreckless disregard, for the haters
Ludacris, on "Southern Gangsta"
finer things, victory is mine again
You're trying to win, but got to come with
Better than those Heinekens (Whoo)
I got her open about the game I be using
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