: Voice mail goes God bless me cuss Im gonna bring home to you I've seen the world but I really haven't seen you oh you pretty girl Im gonna bring it
du Mail a Marseille Que ma merde paye qu'on fasse la caille guy Car sans y'a pagaille, c'est plus pareil, une cloche n'attire pas les tchais Voici
(feat. MJG) [Phone:] Hello, you have reach the Bell South Voice Mail Service to listen to your messages press star now..... new messages. [Baby Momma
's check this: "You've got mail!" Word up, bust it [Verse One] The internet's your medium of choice cause nobody really wants to hear your corny ass voice
I get up late Make my way Down the stairs Move into the kitchen I drink tea Read the mail Feel the cold Find myself a sweater Could there be
gone away I never know just what to say Since you?ve gone away I never know just what to say Cause I like cars more than telephones Your voice in my
uses too much energy and oxygen You hyperventilate, so I gotta keep tabs on my mental state I innovate rhymes for future purposes As long as air, mail
to breathe cause you wear a fitted target Tug upon a choke chain, travel the code rain(?) Of course I've came to show you shrapnel [Slug] Check your mail
t leave a voice mail I don't need to know Times... Just sweet [Chorus:] I am so ready for another round Let me wondering when you are in and out Got me hanging
Baby bring that ashtray in here Aiight (AZ) And bring my mail it's on top of the counter Here baby (AZ) Check, what's this I don't know some mail
Hear my voice where you are Take a train, steal a car Hop a freight, grab a star, come back to me Catch a plane, catch a breeze On your hands, on your
I am expecting the mail I am expecting it I watch him walking from house to house I am expecting the mail I am expecting it outside with your garbage
First thing i woke up and out my bare feet on the floor Shuffled away to the bathroom and opend the door Thenb checked my voice mail, got dressed and
Come on! your Uncle Walter's going on and on about everything he's seen and done the voice of 50 years experience he's drunk watching the television
[Dres] Black Sheep, ready to nova, I gotta get up and get over Yo, Lisle, Lisle put a, put a little Little bit of, bit of the layer on my voice, please
be trouble Them niggaz from the V to the H-I Double I'm tryin to get this party tonight at this motel A gang a bitches there Some more on my voice mail
meant to keep you out (But) Let your senses resonate and leap it in a bound ('Cause) Freedom isn't found inside a visa or a crown And even the voice of