Lyrics:
Cris'? Let's talk about it
But when you talk about cash, don't talk without it
La la, (oh) la la la la la (come on, girl)
La la la la la la (oh) la la
around me
(guilt-guilty by association)
I heard you were snitches so
Don't come around me
(guilt-guilty by association)
I heard you talkin lick
Don't talk
Bringing me down i'm running aground
Blind in the light of the interstate cars
Passing me by the busses and semis
Plunging like stones from
Wanna talk about hits? Let's talk about it
Wanna talk about Cris'? Let's talk about it (yo)
But when you talk about cash, don't talk without it (yo)
said, "How you figure?" "My friends told me so"
I hate when silly groupies wanna run they yap
Word to God, hon', I don't get down like that
I'll have
come and put our two hearts together?
That would make me strong and brave
Oh, when we are one, I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid
If there's a cloud up
I'm from the city of greats (yeah)
We shooters that trap everyday
Look, you don't know nothing 'bout me, if you wanna learn homie
Please check where
I wish it was my ten-four
had to pull a strap on a fool named Louis the Third
'cause I'm getting chased by the ghetto bird
"Just put his hat,
the yappin, be true to it, do it
Steady scream about your East and your West side
But you ain't in it when it comes to the homicide
Niggaz better get up off
you
Baby come here, don't have no fear
Oh, is there wonder why
I'm really feelin' in the mood for love?
So tell me why, stop to think about this
Was just say the shit I would've wanted to hear
Other people say to me when I was a kid
So please don't make me some type of hero
'Cause I will say
humongous butts
Huh, I use a rubber, but
My style is gushy like the hooker's pussy
And it don't take a lot of back talk to push me
Into flamin' 'em like
I'm floatin' high, don't talk to me
I'm rollin' high, don't bother me
So follow me, yeah, come and follow me
In the night streets, dim the lights,
so hard to believe
Come back, baby, please, 'cause
We belong together
Who Else Am I Gonna Lean on when t
Times Get Rough?
Who's Gonna Talk To Me
don't love yourself?
I do what I wanna do
I say what I wanna say
When I feel, and I
Look in the mirror and know I'm there
With my hands in the air
you lying by my side
Right here, 'cause, baby (we belong together)
When you left I lost a part of me (together)
It's still so hard to believe (come
the wine
And maybe this time you will be
Romantic like me when I'm with you
And I think you might say
I can tell by the way that you dance
They say that
all this talk about loving me, my sweet
I am not afraid, not anymore, not like before
Don't you understand me, now baby please
Pull yourself
(Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary)
You think you got (Sing it girl)
What it takes to please me
I'm not impressed by your honesty, oh no, no
I don't
I said, "How you figure?" "My friends told me so"
I hate when silly groupies wanna run they yap
Word to God, hon', I don't get down like that
all this talk about loving me, my sweet
I am not afraid, not anymore, not like before
Don't you understand me, now baby please
Pull yourself
(come here)
We gon' need a moment
Can I make this a bit more sexual?
Let me do some things, I'm a professional
Can I take you to a time that you
somebody else she may be
But she was just no good for me
I'm just a fool for a looker i guess
When it comes to beauty
Lord knows she was blessed
I
going through
Sometimes you take me by surprise
And I don't know what to say
When I'm not alone
You always find me where I lay
When you call my name
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