Well it happens youve lost your touch again and its the lieing you do best can we forget about the rest finish what youve started its over that its
I've tried to reach you on your telephone But you're never home And oh my god I'm so alone my body's growing weaker and I'm trembling to hear anything
So call it off, I never had a chance with you make me feel like I can't deal with my life anymore. So call if off. I never had a chance with you. My
nothin but the Gators on ya feet (Preach to em brother) Nice pimps, mean pimps [Verse 2] I feel like the angel of God All I gotta do is drive the Range
s coming back to me (repeat 3X) The B-U-S-T-A, HEY!! Rhyme flows cause damage on niggaz that's unforgiven Faggot must be getting dick in the ass yo, how ya livin? You must been driven
syllables [Jay-Z] If the emphasis on the compact disc isn't the beat Than I'm gon feature EM and get rich And let Dre mix the shit and drive off in
: International fashional on the hills see the house, see the car, check the watch I'm for real Jump up in my ride, baby kick of your heels You can fix
a world wide woman WWW you can log on anywhere you're girl can take you there. Beyonce World Wide Woman WWW you know I'm the type of girl. World International
m a world wide woman WWW you can log on anywhere you're girl can take you there. World Wide Woman WW W you know I'm the type of girl. [Verse 1:] International
king, cau too much gal deh yah fi di taking Mi nah stop and let mi body start aching, and when mi old and gray and shaking International models mi dating
black child which is the best part Ayo, son, represent Nas - Now I'm the average nigga in the street life God, I try to beat trife art, drive my elite
: [International Bonus Track] I got a plan for you and I Let's journey across the Venetian skies. Can i have some of your cookies, can I have some of
: (Chuck Berry) Oh well oh well I feel so good today We just touched ground on an international runway Jet-propelled back home from overseas to the
boys Come onto me my sickly thing We could lie on the rails But to really win we'll just drive away, drive away Yes, the world calls my international
this damn thing one more try tonight Let's spend the evening together ...together I chased your shadow all around the world New York to London... won't you slow down, girl Hey taxi driver
Vocal toe to toe impeccable splittin your backs son Simple as addition and subtraction Black Thought- the infinite relaxed one Shorties say they love it with a passion Bring the international
stop I hit mo' licks than it Takes to get to the center (once, two, three) of a blow pop And it's gonna take a miracle To drive a car this color down
