Cryin' on the corner, Waiting in the rain I swear I'll never, Ever wait again You gave me your word.. But words for you are lies Darlin' in my wildest
I should have learned this lesson long ago That friends and lovers always come and go And now you claim that everything's "O.K.", but I've got just one
I walk on ice, I play with fire For loving you, baby, I'd dance on wire Oh, I can't sleep at night Loving you, I'd pay that price Loving you is like walking
You won't forget my eyes Ooh, deep inside you realize You're gonna see me Wherever you go You're gonna hear me On your radio There you are In your car
Cryin' on the corner waitin' in the rain I swear I'll never ever wait again. You gave me your word but words for you are lies. Darlin' in my wildest
about Hair pressed against the skin My fingers on your blouse I'll keep you in my mouth And hope to never take you out This means more than love in a flashing
-S F-A-B-O, L-O-U-S I don't understand how niggaz insist to knows bout How we spend car money to glist our rollz out Play bars and buy the Cris and Moes out Flash
: Eh bien bonsoir a tous et a toutes Bienvenue ce soir au New Star Flash Night Laser Light Action Club En compagnie de votre DJ prefere OK, alors
niggas that open spots On the avenue, take my loot, and I'm baggin you Pimpin hoes that drive Volvo's and Rodeos Flash the Roll, make her wet, in her
's Hittin' buckshots at niggas that open spots On the avenue, take my loot, and I'm baggin you Pimpin hoes that drive Volvo's and Rodeos Flash the Roll
una fissa sento cupido che mi bussa quando dalla porta del locale entra una tipa che stai male e io la dal bancone come flirta metto la quarta con
understand my ties are strong From the streets where it all started, back in school To the dough stackin' nigga started actin' fool Used to be the loud type love to flash
plow But the grounds to wet for the hopper now. Got a cultivator and a double tree A leather line for the hull and gee Let the thunder roll and the lighting flash
the life of vaudeville comedienne Fanny Brice (1891-1951), starting in 1910. Actually the show starts after she has become a success on stage and flashes
niggaz that open spots on the avenue, take my loot, and I'm baggin you Pimpin hoes that drive Volvo's and Rodeos Flash the roll, make her wet, in her
'm up [P. Dad] Big, wake up! [Biggie] I'm up baby, what the fuck, man? What's up? [P. Dad] C'mon now it's a quarter to six we got the 7:30 flight [Biggie
cologne and I stay, dressed, to impress Spark these bitches interest Sex is all I expect If they watch TV in the Lex, they know (they know) They know, quarter
