Lyrics:
came
I grabbed her by the arm and I asked her name
She said it was Anita and her man's in Santa Rita
I took her to my home and homeboy, I geed her
used to be a way better writer and a rapper
When I used to want a black Karmann Ghia
Now a nigga speeding in a Porsche
Feeling like I'm going off
But I get by my wicked ways
Lady you can suck a dick 'til your neck aches
Cry 'til you get puffy eyes, red faced
But I'm leavin' on this jet plane
position of number 19. Hmmm... Not alot of
people remember that. But, I do! Cause I played on them! Hah! Si! Now look, Murders in the Rue.... Oh by
the way
the president
Yo you think you can take me for a victim
You think I rap way too fast
Now your thinking this grime ting
Ain't the in ting
But you know what? I hear
to your heart
The same way you reached out
And caught mine by surprise
Would you, would you mind
If I tell you I love
How it feels in your arms
Warmed up in
on the bustas then we dine
Eatin' dinner by candlelight
Be alert and put in works
With a thugs passion i'm a king
And you the queen up in thugs mansion
Me, I'm
oh
Every time that something good happens in my life
You're always there for me, looking good by my side
Picture you down, pullin' up your panty
to be?
Is your smile on permanent? Is your vow on lifetime?
Would you know where the sermon is if I died in this next line?
If I'm tried in a court
You think your little arm'll get in the way of Armageddon?
Forget it Day, no, really, forget this day
If I had a time machine, I'd go back in time
used to be a way better writer and a rapper
When I used to want a black Karmann Ghia
Now a nigga speeding in a Porsche
Feeling like I'm going off
used to be a way better writer and a rapper
When I used to want a black Karmann Ghia
Now a nigga speeding in a Porsche
Feeling like I'm going off
the corner and when she came
I grabbed her by the arm and I asked her name
She said it was Anita and her man's in Santa Rita
I took her to my house
the corner and when she came
I grabbed her by the arm and I asked her name
She said it was Anita and her man's in Santa Rita
I took her to my house
again, vext will he be
To find the precious morning hours were lost.
And it would vex him even in his grave,
If he could know his babes were running wild
oh
Every time that something good happens in my life
You're always there for me, looking good by my side
Picture you down, pullin' up your panty
Intro: [Lil Scrappy]
Ay. This wat you call keepin it 100 shawty.
Cant just be with a muthaf***a halfway,
You gotta ride wit a n**** all the way.
Ay
an interesting list of tips devised by the US embassy in Madrid, and these tips were designed for Americans who found themselves in war-time airports. The idea was
degree day and there's no frickin' air conditioning
And you can't see b- the hair is frizzin'
'Cause you got the windows up, blaring the system in your
But my lawyers told me settle this (settle this)
Even though it's bullshit (it's bullshit)
Kelly, protect your career
All these people in my ear
I
I'll be there to be strong
When you can't find your strength inside
And you
You'll always have a home (you'll always have a home)
In these arms
Sunshine and the moonlight
I fade into star struck in your eyes
Could all take a million of these lights
I could stay forever
Forever in your arms
motherfuckers fake
The only ones I care
Been with me from back in the day
And after all we've been
Still they stand by me
So call us Vern, Teddy, Gordi
Who was
fool, I could see it in your eyes
To come this way was by no means wise"
"Get up, stand up, you greedy-lipped wench
And cover your face or suffer
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