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Loving to tickle 'em I be licking 'em down give 'em the crown
Look at the ground when you approaching the regal beagle
And people don't be equal and when

shake me..
Eeh God money wey
Don fall for Aza since
Picker tell me say
The money self e never show
O my God I dey para
I wan shayo dey go
Life na step by

Me alone
Pick up the phone
Call unknown
What we time on
I don’t know
Glorious my God
Time we fought
Look what I brought
Killing the odds
O my God
You

try to jump me, pray to your God, I don't break your bones
With sticks and stones, no X or O's, no exit road
Time has slowed down, if you owe me guap, I

of the Britons!  Oh, don't grovel!  If
there's one thing I can't stand, it's people groveling.
ARTHUR:  Sorry--
GOD:  And don't apologize.  Every time I try to talk

Church

Charlie Murphy

Real Talk [Amended U.S. Version]

2004

murphy
And I'ma bring it to ya wit brother f-a-b-o-l-o-u-s
Fabolous

Preach, brother preach
Fabolous
Preach brother preach
Preach to 'em brother,

The Hypnotist

Adam Sandler

What the Hell Happened to Me?

1996

Performed by adam sandler and kevin

Transcribed by big brother.

[typing sounds]
Dr. stewart: hi, [i'm] dr. stewart.
Gary phelps: hi, dr. stewart.

mind shey na you be God o
Don't be deceived by your Environment to make this money
Omo na tournament today your own
Tomorrow go be your friend
Those way

SPRING

In a broken down apartment house
Laid a woman in labor
She said by the grace of God
I'll have this child
And the help of a neighbor
Six

Yeah
EPMD, 9th Wonder
It's crazy
New York
Charlotte, yep!
EPMD can hold you down baby
Uh

Spark this off with a b-boy who show P love
O

fade from my life o

Make I tell you the good things
God has done for me
He's turned around my mourning into dancing 
He's planted my feet on a solid

I always find myself thinking of you, and by god, I don't know what to do
because happiness is a feeling that I'm not accustomed to
Yeah, I was doing

keep living by grace
Haaa nobody go help you run your race
Nah you go run your race yourself
Many many things wey don happen
So many things wey don xup

I Feel

The Sundays

Blind

1992

I feel fine...
Don't wake me up yet
O the young & the old they get everything
& it's my turn
I'm here, I'm someone to know
I'm calling the tune

lose focus mo duro
Coz me I dey stand by God
See me and my team no go fall on God oh o
Feel it in my body and soul as I dey write and sing my song
See my

Don't need dem
All luv we show up
Cho chos by tha envelope
So much cash on me
She ready to elope
Put dat tax on em if they a gringo
Or dey misinterpret

How do I Begin to stop loving you
How do I go on by letting go
How do I pretend I know what to do
When deep inside I know that I don't

My heart is

Champagne
Have a toast
Drink it up
Till you overdose
By the holy ghost
Rock and roll
Anything is allowed
Solong we don't break the Rules
In the presence God

I'm singing o la di da di da
I'm just doing my thing not stuck

I am just living my best life
And I don't care who you with or who you are
On God I'm

anywhere that you can't go
I lay your ass down by a halo
Southside, G-Road, that Clayco
Can't forget about Heaven and Harmony
Ain't nobody out there

World Wide Mob Figgaz

2Pac

Until the End of Time

2001

Uh, uh, world wide mob figgaz (who we?)
World wide mob figgaz (yeah, yeah, O-U-T-L-A-W-Z)
World wide mob figgaz (who we?)
Uh, world wide mob

the fuck (Uh oh)
I've been calling but you don't pick my calls
Oh my God (Oh my God O)
And I'm like 
Please I don't want trouble 
I don't know what you want

D'void of funk so my set don't Slop
I'm kind of Cosmic like Vernon
I rap around the mic like Fuzzy
And like Starchild and Grady
I grab the funk by the neck

You, O God
Or so it seems
So easy, only speaking when we wish to please
We say the right words, but then forget to breathe
But if I'm honest, and not