Lyrics:
It's about my time
To fly away
I overstayed my visit
I can't
Keep doing this
I can't I can't
Keep doing this
I can't
It's about
It's about that time
a blanket
Your spirit can sit and watch TV by my side
'Cause, baby, I ran through a time when I felt you were doing it
I couldn't handle it, I was in
now lady
Take my hand and understand me, baby
Take your time, you're doing fine now, lady
You got yours and I got mine, now baby
Can you see
scenes and doing the same
Never had to ask for jumpers, shooters gone shoot if you moving strange
That ain't the only time we bussing
Baddie want to see
helpless
If I had the time of day
I might give all my days to you
It's not always easy
Being a family man
Baby, don't leave me
I'm just doing what I
And the days go by
Doing nothing about them...
How much time
Will I have to spend?
Ooo....ooo.....ooo...
Ooo baby don't leave me
Ooo..ooo...ooo...ooo
I'm
I'd see?
We hadn't practiced for a time or two around,
She was doing it better than me.
You know my baby loves to cha, cha, cha.
Everybody loves
marvelous, they're wonderful
We can't
We can't say they're inferior anymore)
But every time we drive-by and shoot
Every time we car-jack
Every time we use
and me
(Baby don't cry)
Sipping Bailey's Cream, by the stereo
Trying to find relief on the radio (ah, what's up?)
I'm suppressing the tears, but
mister, mister D.J.
Keep those records playing
'Cause we're having such a good time
Dancing with my baby
Sally's doing that twist
If you take
The Bad Seeds often sang 'Come on home, Sydney Cindy' -Maurice
Wish I was an apple dangling from a tree
Every time you'd pass me by you'd take a bite of me
Then hands up by a fair up relative, or honey peep it
Couldn't be the severed, once determined to keep
Don't say a word, she told this slim, who was
denying, baby, what you're doing to me
Honey, I ain't lying, 'cause baby feels so good to me
I did my best to put you to the test
And I brought out my
Wannabe-Hard"
You let them know that I'm yours, yes, you do
By holding me, and kissing me
Let's them know that for sure, yeah
Baby, that's just, why I love
on
And I know that she be feeling me
[Baby Bash]
She in love with a hustler, someone she could trust uh
Someone she could get down with, cause she don't
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ol' girl from Calabasas, acting boujee
Met her for the first time, said she already knew me
We doing this shit like DVD, we make
Groupie love
Time after time, writing my lines
Having my baby there next to me
It's so sweet, pouring you a drink
And pretending that nothing means
to make a nigga realize?
How do I explain it?
Every time I try to say no, I can't run from it
Baby you my favorite
Why do you be asking me questions
what you do)
We can keep on doing things
If you do what you do to me (do to me, baby)
Now some things
Are better done than said even though
You mean
as time, oh baby
It's useless, so useless to me now
For in your arms is everything, in your arms, everything
An army of haters, one by one
Will do what
realise?
How do I explain it?
Every time I try to say no, I can't run from it
Baby you my favourite
Why do you be asking me questions when you already know
or find the time to design a line
or phrase that pays, so you down in rhyme
I get busy from sun to sun
Only twenty-one, untouched by anyone
No one throws,
here baby 'cause she could afford to feed it
And we're sending people to the moon
In September my cousin tried Reefer for the very first time
Now he's
the back
Snoop Doggy Dogg
I heard you do it, do it all the time
I heard you doing it, doing it Doggystyle
And with the Dogpound yeah
(Doing it Doggystyle)
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