, and the way that I felt When I heard you say, "Where did the loving go?" Funny how it all slipped away. I remember all that we had, 'cause our love
eyes, and the way that I felt When I heard you say, "Where did the loving go?" Funny how it all slipped away. I remember all that we had, 'cause our love
and the way that I felt When I heard you say, "Where did the loving go?" Funny how it all slipped away. I remember all that we had, 'cause our love was
Of all the talk shows he's the best by far ... [Instrumental where there should be a verse] So set your VCR's if you got to go, 'Cause you're living
in the air where I can see Feel free feel good You ain't in the club trying to find a real love I spill dubs on Heiny's and tequila shots Where studs
[CHORUS] In my Continental Splinter off the mental When you want the best show Never accept anything less Elements of purpose True love from the first
Shit go out to all my muhfuckin' niggas'' Got nothing but love for ya' playa' (Ungh) You come to fuck wit' one you came to fuck wit' all You come
Wanna Ask How He Did That? Bone Thugs And We Gotta Spit A Hard Flow, It's Worthy Compitition Everywhere That I Go, But Ain't No Messin' With Cleveland Or Chicago
Cause I Always Win, Capone Blowin' Up When The Radio Spins, All The Hard Times Never Did Me In, Homies In The Hood Askin' Where You Been, Out In Chicago
ground I'm saying if you gonna retire, then hand me the crown Nah, let Bleek do it, then throw him a concert in Madison square Watch everybody sleep through it We can go
ain't home no more I hug the road and kiss the concrete and sometimes I even hear her heartbeat No matter where we go or where we at We carry upstate
and don't give me no feedback Yo,"Ice cool out",yo,fuck that I'm hot,I'm putting niggers in cots Some get knocked out,some just get shot Where did I get
nigga (woo!) You leery of conspiracy theory but hear me Throw a business perspective, it makes more sense clearly Cause moreover, that's what we go to
said it would be easy So let it be (ooh.. oh yeah) Aiyyo, S.I.N.Y., Killa Bee hive Eastside, duckin' the 5, roll wit' the live Sweet Love, sweep me in
Chicago I had my own apartment. I be doin' like, just beats for local acts just to try to keep the lights on, and then to go out and buy get a Pelle Pelle
that i never bang But i lick more coochie than K.D. Lang But i'm not gonna kick an X-rated rap And even if i did you know that you couldnt fade it black
