don't understand it. * In attempts to moderate they ask why we don't write love songs. What is it that we sing then? Our love of life is total, everything
the ones I love how I really feel inside I hide my emotions for far too long I'm so afraid too lose you all that's the essence of this song Am I the
I had to open up her cheeks so my dick'll fit in I love the blood and guts And all the sex with the dead I love the sluts with the snake coming out
Hangin' out Some are hangin' upside down A perfect world A perfect girl Oh - another year rolls by I'm the king And you're my queen When those zombies
very curious thing, a verse that'll fit any song") [Pos:] We all do what we gotta do When no love in the heart of a city No love in the heart of a crew
hittin' the cheap thrill Time to stop giving, cuz this is the real deal Sike, already found the love of my life But we could chill in the heels, for another
tha cheap thrill Time to stop pimpin cause this is tha real deal Sike, already found tha love of my life But we can chill in tha hills fo anotha night
you see, baby on this planet I'm a man but in my dreams I'm a king with acres of land I need a queen by my side, love It's kinda bug, how we stood there
[Intro: Dr. Ama] Yeah, New York, Down, Bottom, Let's Get it [Dr. Ama:] Love the glock nine, Quick to cock mine, Make the block mine Official heat holder
I sang that song so much I almost lost my breath I'll never turn my back even though it seems shitty Cause I gotta represent one love to the queen city
girl love I know you know the face, Ima Youngblood But don't talk, just jook girl, take a dub She say she love my song, wanna cuddle up I told her show
talk just jook girl take it thurr She said she love my song wanna cut or what I told her show me your thong 'fore another does I came for some action
Jon)] Elephant (Hey!) Lil' Jon (Hey!) Bone Crusher wid anotha hit song New York girls (Hey!) carribean (Hey!) Brukout and wine to di song oonu wine now
you needed my help within all your songs I tried too hard to find myself. A year later I find myself in your shoes rocking out to my own songs with everything
the face And tell the bitch to keep licking And prepare herself for another ruthless dicking And when I'm done--straight to the tub Just call me the gangster of love
as we get to a song about love It's not your funeral just yet This is a close as we get to a song about love Too bad it's the last day you're alive I
trip monumental Did a gang of things coulda swore I wasn't into But the swearin was impairin my ability to give and receive love, plus humility [Chorus] Love