Lyrics:
something was wrong up on cloud number nine
Well it's a long way up and we won't come down tonight
Well it may be wrong but baby it sure feels right
Ridding along the same old boat
Gotta sink your feet, and our love wont float
The sun don't shine as the cloud passes by
An emotion of penniless
on loud
But cooked rhymes that make the chefs of Wu proud
I'm top cloud to rain on your show
And still anything goes when it comes to hoes because
Music
you in the cradle
Of a love so warm
And shelter you from every storm
That comes along and tries to cloud your sky
Trust in me cause I'll be standing by
you
I know you could be that, down to ride
You know I would leave oceans behind you
Set in the jet trail, with a cloud of smoke
Spell your name out
good sign
That something was wrong up on cloud number nine
Well it's a long way up and we won't come down tonight
Well it may be wrong but baby it
The Breath of God
When a cloud gets pushed across the sky
It's by the breath of God!
When a baby takes it's first full cry
It's by the breath
Starting out from Ferraday like a runaway bus
Moving north toward Memphis in a cloud of highway dust
Rolling to the rhythm of a sound he never hears
Warren G
Smokin me out to the finish, I thought you knew,
I thought they knew, who was up in this,
Ron Isley, I's be Warren G,
Baby said would ya
the skynyrd on
hey ya'll, how ya doin'?
whatcha doin'?
hey ya'll, we ain't leavin' 'til they call the law
hey ya'll, hey ya'll, come on
a cloud of dust
under my wings
I'm in the clouds, you take me high (high, high, high, high, high)
You make me float, you make me fly (fly, fly, fly, fly, fly)
I hope
booty wiggle, do a perfect split
She got the fattest ass, she got the perfect tits
I wanna get some head, come on work your lips
I'm high in the clouds
the skynyrd on
Hey ya'll, how ya doin'?
Whatcha doin'?
Hey ya'll, we ain't leavin' 'til they call the law
Hey ya'll, hey ya'll, come on
A cloud of dust
of these other niggas
I get it, I spend it, your husband on a budget, Mrs.
Young Money cloud gang so above you niggas
Besides these groupies after
rich, I done seen them broke
I done seen it all, watched a pregnant lady smoke
When the baby come out, he gon' be geeked
You never know, he might come
[Chorus]
Hey don't ya wanna be high?
Hey listen baby come fly with me, take a ride, get high with me.
I know you wanna be high.
You never
there's one who's heart is worth
Wanting you than the one you left behind
By throwing my quarters out
Into the water I wish that you'd meet me here
Like you
crawls...
& the music comes from Hydrogen bombs
Rock bands died when amateurs won
Data in a hurry, oozing in the rubble
Wipe it up baby, gonna get
music
Turn on some music, I got my music - just like music
Music is the soul of the man
Music makes a, happy day
Music makes a, cloud flow by baby
Too high to come down right now, yeah
So please don't call me out when I'm faded, yeah
But you can't judge me right now, oh
Baby, I'm way too
blade 21
Got them things inside make me empty one
Pull it over to the side by a pretty one, like
What's good mami come make a cloud your pillow, come
(Honey in the clouds)
Now won't the rain come down
Now won't you let them thangs hang out
I want you to remember this
Made in God's image
So holy to my
Hello mothafucka, hey, hi how ya durrn'?
It's Weezy F Baby come to take a shit and urine
On the toilet bowl bitches, pussy ass niggas
Stomping
put me through
I don't know if you'll come back to me but baby if you do
I'll be waiting for you
I moved myself around a bit thought I'd landed
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