: Right now I'm concentrating; to kick starts my lover's heart. Then you'll say congratulations. Once I tired, to display an emotion, but forgot the
I had jade colored eyes That shimmered in the sun If you stared at them too long You'd catch a glimpse of what I'd done The faces of the damned And all
such suffering, For those who lack the voice to speak For those of us left stuttering May this not prevail, Dear Lord, your love will never fail And these frail hands
-koo Do that crazy Hand Jive, too Hand Jive Hand Jive Hand Jive Doin' that crazy Hand Jive Papa said, Willie you'll ruin my home! Doin' that Hand Jive
Won't take my hand? I'll walk along with you Won't take my hand? I'll walk along with you Won't you take my hand? I'll get you through the night (yeah
gone, come on Have much to do with nigga since Nicolas Bond Poppin' and choppin' until the day that I'm gone Shyne poor 'cuz your dream come from one bottle Prominent premier, premium bravo
y'all goin' home with Trigga? I see you at the club, ooh, shawty Walkin' past a nigga lookin' at me all naughty Then I said, "Baby, wassup?" Reach for that hand
a team in the Carolinas, your highness Keep the finest big booty behind us, behind us Just to remind us that, that we the flyest so Kids at home, yo please don't try this My hands
I take it from anybody and I'm never sorry when I leave an ex like heart broke See the horns, I've got them saying bravo Welcome to the delivery two,
forward like Jerry Stackhouse And 1, have fun, when you chillin' with Ludi We'll slow grind and slow jams while I'm feelin' yo' booty We'll hold hand
plus dont care(?) you rush em Bust em down bust em up steady fuckin em up But wait why do i have all this blood on my hands Blood on my clothes blood
no. You don't get it, no. You don't get it, no. You don't get it, no. So tired of fooling around in just a one way conversation. What the sitch's I scratch what itches. Bravo
Uh yeah alright, Uh weil alrriiight Well Alright Yeah (Would you love me) Its a celebration clap clap bravo lobster and shrimp and a glass of mescado
was an accident I had my back against the fan and chopped it off in Amsterdam I hate the straight jacket it ain't latching and can't lock it So they stapled my hand
, Bravo, Mario Via Bolo ho, Ta-to I stood alone watching the wall, in the zone Hand on my handles, listening to gangsta music I stood at home hand on
