you With a love that is true In cinemascope forever A clapper board kiss There's an Oscar in this A hit or a miss whatever A box office wedding A premier
I?m having? second thoughts, I may have jumped the gun We walked we stopped in your stereo I really wanna be the color in your video Its my its my shotgun wedding
[Verse 1:] There's Been A Lot Of Toasting, Lot Of Guys Hve Been Up To Her But She Told Them She Was Waiting, For The One That God Sent To Fulfill Her
Necro laced "Agent Orange", kid but you a disgrace Yelling "save hip-hop" but how the fuck are you helping? You went from Pete Nice to Pete Nelson Yelping like your dog Kubrick, them
watch!") you scared to bust like amateur cops Flip Dog from "Whiteboys", mocked Danny Hoch Ernest goes to Brooklyn and gets his little chain tooken How you lookin' in them
the fattest mack, so everybody watchin My Timbo's ain't scuffed, hydro, I got enough That kind that make you choke, everytime you take a puff Them real
(feat. P. Diddy) [P. Diddy] Shit nigga.. A ho is a ho A ho a-, shit, heheh I'm strictly referring to them ho-ass niggaz, feel me? I go by the name of
crashing down like the news of an intimate suicide. We picked up the shards and formed them into shapes of stars that wore like an antique wedding dress
Cause suckers got jealous of the convertible stain gold grill And purchased his mama a fat house on the hill But now they comin after him, You know them
shift I'm still left with an empty fist But my heart is full and my love is true We can still get married in the style of our friends and family Gather all of them
Step we gaily on we go heel for heel and toe for toe Arm in arm and rovv on rovv, all for mairi's wedding Over hill ways up and down / myrtle green
tale the Sheriff told to his sister and his wife They could claim their Dear Beloved at the White Oak Funeral Home And the Deputy could show them where
lawyer Primo Tito knew the steelo he knew it wouldn't take much for nice to come home, other niggas was dumb plus when him and Nice were comin' up them
Do we still exist? My hands are gray and foreign The sand beasts have a violent glare We are just smoke and mirrors Our substance beneath the dust in our wedding
orphan boy that e'er was by his side. And when his daughter came of age there were suitors by the score but one by one she bade them begone 'till at last
think of songs In that it is the writing of them That tend to carry us along And I dance to one of your old tunes With my true love on our wedding day
yeah-he-eey...) [Chorus] [Algebra:] Pick a tree to carve our names Let the world know it's not a game Last longer than a wedding ring Generations tattooed
unfold His hands were gentle, his hands were strong Now when the neighbors had a wedding Or one of their children died His mother sang all night for them