Caro diario qui fa freddo e ho messo l?anima in garage Il senso degli affari l?ho perduto al piano bar Capisco dal mio cuore t?aspettavi di piu Ma
a long time) Its been a while, since you've heard from me (from me, mmhh) You'll always be a friend to me, dear diary, (mmhh) dear diary And since, the
Dear Diary, I feel so alone Why am I here What's my purpose Sometimes these thoughts Seem louder than my screams I?ve tried to drown the sorrows
me But just admire me And write this shit in your diary Dear, dear diary (I kicked it plain and simple) Write it in your book, kid Dear, dear diary
Dear Diary Today I saw a boy And I wondered if he noticed me He took my breath away Dear Diary I can't get him off my mind And it scares me 'Cause
[Cha Cha] Uh, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yo Where the payback? Throw the clothes on the counter Like pay for that I know these broads hate me now That's
I need you Cha-Cha-Cha-Cha That?s what I want Cha-Cha-Chiki-Chi-Cha-Cha Cha-Cha-Chiki-Chi-Cha-Cha, uh-huh I want you Cha-Cha-Cha-Cha That?s what I want
It's Cha Cha, Noontime Shekspere, Nine-nine What cha wanna, what cha wanna What cha wanna do What cha wanna yeah What cha wanna, what cha wanna What
[Trick Daddy] I just hope y'all niggas know That when it's time that you niggas gotta be ready for war You niggas gotta be prepared You niggas gotta
[Cha Cha] Yo, yo, yo [D-Dot] Yeah, uh Another D-Dot joint, Cha Cha [Cha Cha] Cha Cha, Cha Cha [1] I wear my sunglasses at night So I can, so I can
[Cha Cha] Uh-huh ooh Uh-huh ooh, ooh Uh-huh ooh Uh-huh ooh, ooh You tell me who make it hotter than this You tell me who get you high like this You tell
[Cha Cha] Hey yo, you niggaz wasn't expecting me Jump out the S.E. wit Betsy and any one of you broadz dat test me Now lets see if I can keep it heated
[Cha Cha] Cha Cha, uh-huh Ninety-nine (Cha), you know Cha, Cha, ah, ah Ladies I see Cha got to sit wit' y'all, spit to y'all For about a half-a-minute
(feat. Jermaine Dupri) [JD] Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh Yeah, yeah, yeah Noontime and So So Def Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh See it don't stop Y'all don't stop, yo [Cha
[Nas] A matter of fact I'm ready to spit it so whenever, yeah, yeah Gangsta, Cha Cha, Esco, the don, the Gucci princess, ya heard, what Y'all can bounce
What? What? Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh [Samples MC Lytes "Shut The Eff Up (Hoe)"] I ain't the broad you want to curse out Rip what's in the purse out Oh yeah
Haters approach but they DOA'd Try next week we ain't with it today It ain't my fault you got no money You need to go get you some, won't make me none