Lyrics:
pan out uh
I wonder if you still wearing my shirts in the bed you lay in
Did you buy more pillows?
Did you cry like I did?
I brought you up so I could
a brew
How it happened dude, just me and you
I use to drink brew after you
You had your daughter first, my baby son was born right after you
Now we making
top of the hills)
Staring up at the skies
See my heart fly
While you watch it whizzing by
(On top of the hills)
Staring up at the skies
See my heart fly
a little something
this suckers don't like me cause I'm all about dumping
Shotgun pumping,ripping you up
I'm like Dru-hill now how I'm splitting you up
Leather, Monica,(aha ha)
Mary J. Blige, Mariah Carey, Janet Jackson, TLC, Usher, MC Lyte
Man you name it man, I got the hits playboy
Dru Hill, Da Brat,
Leather, Monica,(aha ha)
Mary J. Blige, Mariah Carey, Janet Jackson, TLC, Usher, MC Lyte
Man you name it man, I got the hits playboy
Dru Hill, Da Brat,
Leather, Monica,(aha ha)
Mary J. Blige, Mariah Carey, Janet Jackson, TLC, Usher, MC Lyte
Man you name it man, I got the hits playboy
Dru Hill, Da Brat,
whenever I'm with my guy
Trippin' on love and it feels so good
I can't help myself and I
Wouldn't if I could
Off to the Poconos with a couple hoes
In high
this to my Mobb niggas. (fa sho)
You know, Poppa L.Q.
Phats,
Bossalini (Bossalini)
Madd Maxx (Madd Maxx)
3 Times (3 Times)
Cydal (Cydal)
Dru Down
it 'Naughty By Nature'
Kick that rugged shit that Maybelline could make-up, lace up
Yeah, Funk Doctor, represent one time
For all the blunt
a brew
How it happened dude, just me and you
I use to drink brew after you
You had your daughter first, my baby son was born right after you
Now we making
contract i'm too real
You ain't never had true skill
I ain't broke chill
Man I'm still worth a few mill
You remind me of Sisqó from Dru Hill
Fuck how you
Like when the cops come, you never hide your toast"
Guest starred in mad shit, CBL, Ice Water metallic
Past tense placed in gold caskets
Dru Hill
Like when the cops come, you never hide your toast"
Guest starred in mad shit, CBL, Ice Water metallic
Past tense placed in gold caskets
Dru Hill
my tickets sold/they feeling my pain, jason’s lyrics wrote/but I’m more allen payne, when he was tristan doe/in blue hill, still move rugers that
Yeah, yeah
Me and my man Com Sense
Rallying troops like Joseph Stalin
Where you at, yo?
I'm about to make the name Com Sense a name you fear
Yeah huh, Ja Rule and Dru Hill, nigga
Baby girl, you tellin' lies
'Cause when I look at you in your face
I could see I'm on your mind
And it don't
Evil
I hope that you like Lord
I lift my eyes up to the hills man
These fields and hills, Lord, all need helping
Guide the barefoot and the po' man
never could I wipe my mainframe.
Memories of you
That we had built from the grain.
Mama told me
You'd been thru some them windier days.
Seen your fierce
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Look out for the D12 R&B album coming soon
Straight R&B, straight R&B, straight R&B
Jodeci, we got you
Dru Hill, look out
Our
Call my boy Poppa see to put a slug in your vest
Check, I walk around the street with the black tec nine
By the waistline, kickin' the hype shit
So turn
wanting
Tell me when u want it
Tell me how it is u want it
Now I'm sounding like Dru Hill
The way u got me talking
You say u wasted time
And u say u
momma cry more than dru hill
Niggaz running marathons
And nigga you still
My crew kill
If i take a trip then it s a new deal
Come across too real
It
the money
He acted real funny
He hocked up a rock and
It TOTALLED my car!
Oh, do you
Know any trucks
Might be bound for THE VALLEY?
I don't wanna
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