d lose a good thing You'd lose a good thing You'd lose a good thing You'd lose a good thing You'd lose a good thing You'd lose a good thing You'd lose
combat's like a mini-Mac to your back As soon as one of you niggaz try to over react Tha L.O.D. love good confrontation or vamp Break your concentration, murder your
D, I stay low key I go down to Hell, and slap up Satan Then return to Heaven, where Scott Larock is waitin' Resurrection, just like my brown complexion
begin, what, where, why, or when Will all be explained like instructions to a game See I'm not insane, in fact, I'm kind of rational When I be asking
brown-skinned brother. For those who don't know me, I'm (who? ) scoob lover, A jolly good fellow, flowin' with the mellow. For all the choice cuties, I'd
better be tight If that's dead, then the head better be right If I gots to play I'ma play 'til I win Since I gots to be here can't wait to begin Wanna
hop be connecting Kuala Lumpur with LB Hip-hop be rocking up towns Laced with LV Ain¡A?t necessary to roll In nice rimmed M3's And be blinging
s your time to fly Angel you shine All the dreams I have are in you Child of mine Your story now begins Each journey that you take I won't be
a number over there. (points to the wall where the number machine is) You see, when your number is called, then you will be served. Please take a number
that it said Napoleon Bonaparte Peepin' out the colors, I be buggin' on Cezanne They call me Mike D, Joe Blow, the Lover Man Well, your face turns as red as your
momma she did weep "Boy you've been walking in your sleep You can't keep your feet on the ground It's not always what it seems Young love may be a dream
my kind of steady booker I put my nuts by your chin so when you look up I be on top of you doing Bobby Brown push ups When you give me head lift your
re getting down Remember all the things We used to dream about How you'd leave this town And be the only thing they'd talk about There's something to be
And I'm never gonna look away No, I'm never gonna look away, away Now who am I? The thief nobody cares about The kind that run up in your house, steal your
, make breakfast One egg, two toast, three Weetabix And as I sit down I look up And you're standing in the doorway, sun at your back In my old brown
connections Both of my cats affections The clothes you bought me are yours That Timex watch endures My good relationship with your mom My ability to remain calm, But here I'd be
to bust me 'cause I swore I'd defend my country If I could choose between being lucky and having money Nothing negative could ever touch me What must be
be your Casanova? And we don't stop Drop the flava Who be your Casanova? (Facciamo amore) Yeah and we don't stop Craig David on the rise Who be your
