This is TJ, dedicating this song to Black Betty Whoa Black Betty, bambalam Whoa Black Betty, bambalam She's from Birmingham, bambalam Way down in Alabama
I, I who have nothing I, I who have no one Adore you, and want you so I'm just a no one, With nothing to give you but Oh I Love You He, He buys you
have ended up dead [Chorus] You stopped us from killing each other Tom Jones, Tom Jones You'll never know but you saved our lives Tom Jones, Tom Jones
I watch you as you're sleeping As I'm standing at the door I don't want to let you go But I can't hold on anymore I just can't find the strength To
Somebody, please, if somebody will Let them take a letter to my girl, Lucille Let them tell her, Lord, how I'm missing her still I think about her constantly
Now let me ask you something: Have you ever felt that you weren't responsible for the things that you do? When the girl that you are with is just too
Jones Vocals] Baby, Baby you know it's true I'm a puppet just for you I'll do any little thing you say I wouldn't have it any other way Take my heart
(Lyrics/Music: Wally Badarou, Richard Supa) (Ed. Colgems / EMI Music Inc.) I see you everyday walking down the avenue I'd like to get to know you but
(feat. Chicane) If you could see me here this way Looking backwards from today Would you do it all again...? If I could roll it back to you Just like
Try to remember the kind of September when life was slow and oh, so mellow. Try to remember the kind of September when grass was green and grain was
Baby, take off your coat, real slow Baby, take off your shoes. I'll help you take off your shoes. Baby, take off your dress. Yes, yes, yes. You can
Well she's all you'd ever want, She's the kind they'd like to flaunt and take to dinner. Well she always knows her place. She's got style, she's got
Save Save Save from the butcher's knife Save from the experiments (Chorus) Don't be part of it Don't be part of the killing Don't be part of it Don
(Woman: "Mixtape Messiah".......Da King is here nigga!) (T.I. Insert) Ay what these other niggaz talkin', I don't believe that shit I'm the King cuz
-five Nigga, if you won't try, I'll give ya something to regret Throw that mothafucking semi to ya neck Throw the other black Jimmy to ya chest If you
of that Old Maid R&B shit J-Zone aka. Captain Backslap the Tom Jones of rap, the 2003 Bobby Brown My nigger Dick Stallion aka. Black Sinatra Talk about you hoes what tell other
was havin' relations And then 50 kicked Game out at the radio station How can two men go so hard and diss each other? Then at the press conference look like they 'bout to kiss each other
neck Throw the other black Jimmy to ya chest If you budge, you get stretched, nothing more, nothing less Pay respect, I'm a element of Homicide Housing In other
