Lyrics:
To the right now
Yeah
Come on
Come on girl
Yeah
Break it down
1,1,2
Come on
Break it down
You got me feeling
When your standing by my side
Everything will be
the after party
The Embassy Suites downtown, room 112, my darling
Bring your friends so we can let this party begin
And bring a box of Magnum rubbers so we
Either you bring it
(We gon' bring it)
Or you can't
Sometimes it gets kind of messy out there
(Sometimes)
But we get by
(Well what'cha wanna do with
near, the end is coming
The world is engulfed by violence
Infinite oceans devour the land
Only the purified will remain
Thats the day of rapture
1:12
1:26
the a shoppin' in Lenox mall
Gotta get fly squad ready to ball
We thinkin' 112 or maybe even visions
Drinks at the bar like baby what you sippin'
Then she told me
casualties, man,
that's what I'm sayin', I want us to get in,
and get the fuck out...
[Tragedy Khadafi]
Before the 112[?], to the U.S.A. building in
nigga, attackin' ya.
These 4-5 hollow tips will have you backin' up.
I only do my dirt at night like dracula.
I'm wanted by the feds, these
I'm cool when it's just me
Beyoncé said that 1+1 is we (1+1=2)
So every night and day I'm living just to be loved by you
Come on swoon me, love
I want
with that
i'ma keep it cool cause I'm not the type
cause you gonna get your's by the end of your life112
you can't spin me x2
you can't tie me down
I'm
Taste like Candy
But that girl is Poison
And there's a Meeting in my bedroom
Got struck by Cupid
Yes I did
She caught me makin another hit song
It
:08 (Pre-hook)
You only got, one shot,
Like a sniper takin aim,
It's your spot,
Grab the horse by the reigns,
Post up,
Hit the 3 nd fade away,
One
I Think by 112
He said that you were crazy
He said that you were losin your mind
And that you don't know how to treat a man
But baby you do me
count big face and straight laces by the hundreds
Ragtops and big blocks, gettin the money
Sippin X-O Hen, and I get it for the 1-10
In
the corners, I'ma bend tonight
Ayy, 4AM, fuck it, I'ma spend the night (spend the night)
112, fuck it, I'm Slim tonight (ayy)
I cause hell, call up your
The freeway gettin' chased by some bad bitches
Wantin' autograph pictures (ooh)
They want my name tattooed on 'em
Thinkin' for a minute, hit that ass make
The freeway gettin' chased by some bad bitches
Wantin' autograph pictures (ooh)
They want my name tattooed on 'em
Thinkin' for a minute, hit that ass make
and rotation
112th street, do slime, tell a friend
Parking lots, dope spots, hard rock, I'ma get
Duke it out or shoot it out
Fuck a opp, who was him?
Pack
the homies
I brought the load all by my lonely
Smoking cause it make my soul feeling unlonely
When I was in the dark I wish I had a gps but life don't come
she staying up by room, suite 112
Telling me i could have any way that i want it
I'm getting excited by her talk she know I'm on it
Started at ya bottom
done
You think they're bigger than the Son?
He paid for every sin
And every sin there's been since then!
By His hands we're saved
He left the grave
So
thoughts more sincere?
Dock Winters: [00:00:25] Aged masked by an elderly spirit rhyme poet. paint pictures so vivid How I sacrificed my life for Family
2005 ma już osiemnaście
Kto ile wypije i kto pierwszy zaśnie
Dla żartu zadzwoni na 112
Kto skłamie, że już nigdy więcej po pierwszym blancie
Nie
cool. Nobody tells you different, don't be no fool
Hip-hop has traveled throughout, by plane and by bus, all over the world
They wanna be like us,
Inside Out
Copyright Paul Day 2006
Considered a Makshow project but in fact the album 1+1=2 was the first home recorded and produced album by Paul
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