stuck on you Oh babe, I'm stuck on stuck on you ??? I love you true Hey babe, you know... You know you got me stuck like glue Stuck on, stuck on, stuck
't my fault you're a little bitch (Without yo click) Nigga run with the quickness (Get away quick but you'd best not slip) Better off with a bianca than get stuck (With an Ak-47 on
Glory! And you're so uplifting This feeling that you're giving me Is pure acceleration Some kind of chemistry Whatever's washing over me Is pure intoxication And you
character, need more practice? nah, you need more stamina the man with the intense spout, burning up the vehicle the battle's just me and you (gill),
' they life as a ghetto star, you know (worldwide) [Verse 1:] You know those days when you hear the lord calling you But you don't respond 'cuz you
You Stay (Stay) (Cos I) I'd Give Anything To Hear You Say (Sayayayay) "I've Been Loving You Eternally" (You Know Way) (Your Love Is Wicked) [Brick:] Tears On
assassins crept through your villa Grab you up... AHHH! [Buddha Monk] Who's the killa? Monk iodine You got your eye on mines, niggaz, you wanna take
a scizzy breakin that shit down its the hardest high that you can try but it keeps you up for days and if you do smoke grass and do that hash you'll
away from the navy' [Dove] So stuck on the love you rearranging behaviors Second episode, and you returnin oral favors Buyin up groceries Searchin for hosiery Holdin hands publicy And now you
So peep game You mark ass langs Find out what you bustas lack The game is hard to find When you imitate and fakin' Lettin' the hood take you under This
you. All I want is to be there when it burns you. Baby, let me squeeze you, wanna hold you, wanna please you Let me feel you, 'cause I need to Lay you
the door and i know you'll come knock knock knocking soon to feed me a line 'bout all the things you have to do you know i have things to do too you
Cause tonight you got me like OH! Put your hands up on my hips Tell me that you're likin' this Boy you can't resist Cause tonight you got me like OH! You
like you mean me -- fuck ya! You still get shot up ain't nuttin there but players Fuck you think? Nigga steppin on your thousand dollar gators Stupid-asses -- you
Tune When you come to Will you come true Moving like a cloud Covering your tongue Breathing out curls of Smoke into the world I'm never gonna find you Never will remind you
.K] The stuff legends are made of, urban folklore Like Jim Morrison we break on through Before I care about your take on me, we take on you [Talib Kweli
that helped you in, you don't know em no more You're a lose your respect if you pieces degrade you When you disconnect yourself from the people that made you
a different story 'bout self Do you have the courage to be you All that talk, that you talk, is it really you? Oh silly you, oh silly me Your tongue
