Lyrics:
leave me so confused
Now I'm all cried out, over you
[112]
ooh
Cryin' over you, yeah
Never wanted to see things your way
Had to go astray
For why was I
breather,I'm no yoga devotee either
Hope for a balanced approach to my life as a libra
But nope, I just another anxious overachiever
We pho-tosynthesising
gotta pay-me-o
BRIDGE
Everything i did, i did just did it out of love
I designed this shit by this hand, this happen outta luck
Die for it, shit
a tree
I hope you get slapped by a retarded monkey
ayo seri I aint late bitch its 1:12 not 1:15
bonita
I really wanna take you back to my room
112 where the players dwell with the goons
Night sex layin' on the beach by the moon
Like ex-baby girl,
the park and 106 (holla)
Next...Her name is Ra'nette (ghetto chic)
she lives on the west side i hit the L.A.X (ok)
I'm so impressed by the way that she dress
like, "No Biggie"
Whatever- time to sing, I'm putting faith on the song
1:12 displayed in John the way to respond
When His patience runs out
Then it's
back(yea)
We holds it down by any means
I'm loving the way
That you fit in them jeans(damn)
I want to know
Is there more room for me(yes)
These are
You're hit, by this trife shit that I fix
I'm just like the Devil, I don't play no tricks 'cause
Wu, gots like come on through
Su, that's the call for
You're hit, by this trife shit that I fix
I'm just like the Devil, I don't play no tricks 'cause
Wu, gots like come on through
Su, that's the call for
Tryna see if you a freak bitch, straight forward I'm tryna hit, see you that bitch by your outfit
I talk shit like politics, big dick energy, all it
on the hush, don't wanna rush when your ready
We can touch some G's, and blow trees in the wind
With a zip, I'm there, telling tales, out on bail
SWAT's tales
turns me on
When 112 sing to you
What kinda feeling do it bring to you?
I bump hard till you say I'm being mean to you
I know the ice Roley gleam
wearin' tonight?
I think I enjoy, you know your company lately
I'm feelin' like time is back
In '96 with you lady
Don't judge me by my past wave
I know you
Baby I’m a playa
A smooth operator
So pull yo panties down
Pull yo panties down
I’m gonna pull yo panties down
Now let me see you shake it
Right
informé (eh)
Tu la fermes, tu finis infirme à l'infirmerie (la street)
L'opj raconte sa vie, moi, j'ai des barres de riz
Maman m'a vu faire du sale,
This is the Long Long He Love fe the gal dem, Na, Na, Na Na,
The Rapper Don and 112 he nah gon stay pon the shelf.
Imagine
I wanna see you
Me I like to party, fine girls, alcohol, it's the lifestyle
God bless by Sugar Mummy Husband
Tony One Week make we gyrate
make we, make we, make we
leicht
Wenn das Geld nicht reicht
Streck' ich wieder Kilos und dann verdien' ich halt
Mach' Alarm wie die 1-1-2
Wenn ich dei'm Scheiß Kaff vorbeifahr'
2000, 2000
112, 112
And we won't stop, 'cause we can't stop. no we won't stop, 'cause we can't stop
I heard you got plenty of money
Plenty
124 to 88)
You gotta watch this show that's on
Watch what?
I don't know what it is, it's crazy
(The Nuggets just got by the Nets 114 to 112)
What
but it's all good though
'cause like everybody else I got a dream to make a million yo
Now what? You thought we got crazy bank?
You know I'm sleeping in
Thunderstorms with these rainy
Nights but I'm taking off cause I'm
Taking flight flight
Thunderstorms with these rainy
Nights but I'm taking off
1+1=2
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 Day
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