When you close your eyes I hope you think of me just say the word and I will be there for you no need to hesitate my love will be here always-0h forever
So you stood there on the corner With your suitcase in your hand Ready to quit this place There were just too many people With too little left to lose
please help me, I'm falling in love with you close the door to temptation don't let me walk through turn away from me, darling i'm begging you to please
Puff Johnson God Sent You Many nights I cried, I felt so alone, Everyday I pray, For someone to call my own But when you came, My whole world changed
Traduzione: Puff Johnson. Forever More.
[2nd II None, AMG & Hi-C Diss; feat. Puff Johnson] [Intro: Kurupt] This is dedicate to all of y'all Skanless-ass dusty-ass broke-ass busta-ass niggaz
your minds (POO-AAH!) "ETHELL, wanna get a cuppa cawfee?" (Howard Johnson's! Howard Johnson's! Howard Johnson's! Howard Johnson's!) "Ahhh! there's a HOWARD JOHNSONS
of Starks' mighty guardian, Ironman." [Ghostface Killah] Yo, summer time holdin the 9, split the Vega in half Jeeps rumble and my dogs puff grass Bank
(feat. Tiffany Johnson) Uh...yeah, yeah Grand Puba, uh...yeah Grand Puba yeah [Hook: Grand Puba] Just feel me now, it's time to do this here Pull the
Steve Irwin up against a sting ray Heat up like Jean Gray when somtin let the beans spray (Joel Ortiz) Take a sip of E&J then a lil puff or two Get sum
so nasty...radio even be bleepin'-my-name! These emcees-is-lame?fukk what-your-crew-did Broke ballers?askin' how much-for-too-ribs I Puff-more-than-BIG
like a big wet pussy with a fork and a spoon I got money and the power A woman in the shower And she don't want nothin' but my johnson, Howard Sour D'
[Intro:] Uh! Yeah! Representin' Brooklyn... Youkno'msayin'? Puff Daddy, Uptown, Bad Boy! Uh! [Verse 1:] A repetitive loop - all I need to destroy A
In the glass house smoked out movin it slow don't smoke don't stress no mo it's the best to you know get my mind stir fried like a vegetable puff puff
grapes [Boo] A man them niggaz ain't real at all, they just fake [Mr.] It's Mr. and Boobonic, the realest since P. Johnson [Boo (Mr.)] Aiyyo, y'all
and a 40 then some boot knock I get stiff and it's hard like Charles Bronson It's kinda (fucked) up what happened to Magic Johnson But anyway, you know
under the train trussle Forty five degrees, divide the block muscle Stay on your side, or get your wig knuckled) [U-God:] Yo, I hit 'em up with the snubs, puff