Please come back I'm begging you Please come back I'm still in love with you Times got tough And you have to suffer Now and then when I'm lonely Baby
Mister Five By Five Five feet tall and he's five feet wide He don't measure no more from head to toe Than he do from side to side Mister Five By Five
Tradução: Corriendo, Jimmy. Bruselas Blues.
level trappin' now (oh!) Superseded everyone of my little struggles and (uh!) So your head never ever been an option (trust) A nigga paper long like rush
me hun? But what is your name, Vivian? I woke up next to ya naked and uh, did we umm? Of course we did, but didn't I strap Jimmy on? I'm looking for the
been filled up, but then explosion bust and spills my guts, you think all I do is stand here and feel my nuts, but i'm a show you what, you gonna feel my rush
she let me in She didn't waste time she grabbed my hand and proceeded to the bedroom I said "Hold up, and stop proceeding, you rushing things" What the
tears - these days remember, always remember. I hope you never change, I'll call you Jimmy, they call you James; don't ever change, I'll call you Jimmy
in front of the judge and lie quicker than Scooter Libby I'm runnin through the city - dear God If I murk the racist Rush Limbaugh I wonder would you
: To my mistakes, to my mistakes of cowardice She shimmy shakes, the jimmy jakes of consequence Born of the airs and dues, my airs of madness do declare
your name?) Everyone of color put on the front line Holocaust Avenue, 2009 Get an education, good job who says? (say) Fool with the gold rush drinkin
aroma, catch those who love me My underground dirty cats on dune buggies I be the type to take your watch and flaunt it Kidnap T. Lewis and Jimmy Jam
wit Mobb niggas, and blood spillas put a slug through you tough niggas 1-800-Thugs-R-Us no Dragon tattoo on you, nigga no love from us in thugs we trust niggas get rushed
nuts again But ain't no haps (UH-UH) your dick isn't there You're thinkin that, "Oops, I made a mistake" You say, "Fuck Nell Carter, c'mon Jimmy,
is HUMMIN CUMMIN ATCHA, duck or get backed up Dispatcher 'Red, get freaky to the rapture' So come on light the buddha check your honey while I scoop her The Soopafly, Jimmy
damn livin' room Excuse me, hun, but what is your name, Vivienne? I woke up next to ya naked and err, did we um? Of course we did, but didn't I strap a jimmy
