kiss me Oh darling, make me believe That I could ever give it back, Just turn my back and leave BREAKDOWN// ---- Never knew if my words Would make sense
There?s a sign That helps us start investigation Empty bottles of wine (of wine) And a line of spew will show the way Our mission for this morning is
my vision) Making me take such a hard decision Hours I've spent with you What's left is to ask permission To leave this so untrue You're faster than me
make it out to my baseball games We didn't have much, but we was grateful Had a roof over our head and food on the table And to make ends meet to pay
baby I'm the one, cold as a glacier Heart like coal in the soul of a gangster And I can make you famous Better yet dangerous Courageous, leave the game
Like the Eiffel, leaning thru life cycle Hold the bible and a rifle That they do me might go Get me in the spotlight, turn the lights low Make you wanna
speaking) yea uhhh....its k'naan....yeaa uuhh about to take over with this here we go i check it... They don`t expect me on this beat the thunder on
whistling down a desert or some shit Don't this make you wanna swing like monkeys outta trees? [Verse 1] I don't got no parameters, This amateur's famous
like whistling down a desert or some shit. Don?t this make you wanna swing like monkeys outta trees? I ain?t got no parameters This amateur?s famous
's how we burn it down niggaz always drilling me, ?till they see my four pound bitches always feeling me, try to give me some head while I'm in the studio
party Verse Two: 2Pac, Snoop Now give me fifty feet Defeat is not my destiny, release me to the streets And keep whatever's left of me Jealousy
party [Verse Two: 2Pac, Snoop] Now give me fifty feet Defeat is not my destiny, release me to the streets And keep whatever's left of me Jealousy is
been in the game for ten years makin rap tunes ever since honeys was wearin sassoon Now it's '95 and they clock me and watch me Diamonds shinin lookin
and it's Judgement Day Hey Homie if ya feel me Tell them tricks that shot me that they missed they ain't killed me I can make a muthafucker shake
years makin' rap tunes ever since honeys was wearin' sassoon. Now it's '95 and they clock me and watch me diamonds shinin' lookin' like I robbed
up the clubs And mama told me don't hang with the homies But they got me if they need me then it's on G Got me sittin' in the cell a five by seven Will
I'll make you famous motherfucker I'm talkin about Newsweek and Time Magazine and all that ol good shit My niggas make the papers baby My niggas make
team at Rock to the left Rock to the right Girl lets go we can do it all night Im young laze yea the young boss hunny You all love me like you want me
