give your whole life a big face lift. (spaceship) Real talk i adore ya, and i got one question for ya... Baby? Can you be my light switch? Im bout to
let go Light skinner eat dinner like a soul man Prove with the rhyme I'm down, Sam's hands transform strong (too strong) as a good pitch switch up the
kids, jumping and playing Break lamps, wasting food and leaving stains Mom laying in my lazy boy Kids jamming tapes in my VCR Flipping my TV like a light switch
boy of the Roc? (blldddttt) stick em, ha, another victim Mac pullin' capers again Fuck with that money paper then Light as a rock, gonna light up the
in the 5 with the goose headrests L.O.X. put niggaz under pressure You shoulda knew that, it's always them new cats that'll get ya Better start lookin
inner cities Ya best might sta', miner 'a flash ya light'a Mind the 'S' or one night snipers gon' dim out ya life, cha'! How much longer will this madness
caress ya, ('ress ya!) Lay you down and undress ya. - ('dress ya!) - Put it on ya and bless ya! (bless ya!) Baby look no further, I'm the one you need
man to rub and caress ya, ('ress ya!) Lay you down and undress ya. - ('dress ya!) - Put it on ya and bless ya! (bless ya!) Baby look no further, I'm the
Sound of the light To the Journ, ya'll ain't no suitable spitters True to you niggas Lay you out on MD's, recoupin' ya liver Shoutin' my name, Ya best
ya trunk (hey) Rattle in ya Rattle in ya Rattle in ya trunk (hey) Rattle in ya trunk (hey) Rattle in ya trunk (hey) Rattle in ya Rattle in ya Rattle in
to me by that boy, A.K.A. The P-O-E [Hook x4] [Verse Two] Deep in ya brain, the nigga you cant stand Most get upset when I switch cris hands Shoulda
you, and tell him "Rick James bitch!" With your Hollywood stories, on porches We polly hood stories about who became rich And whatever light they hit, we wanna hit the same switch
split be aware of it when the scripture hits you right It'll switch ya' plight that's how you'll know you're out of darkness And into light [The Ambassador
I wiz it, I was it I wiz it, I was it Oh Lord let me switch it off Because ya find some'll do it all For the light (Stop jivin')
this P is deadly, he's just like his music Come through like the Taliban unit Catch me by myself, I'm only sayin' bullshit I don't switch up, I won't
, but causing some pain Going down, ya'll need some codeine, the flow's mean And rigid, cold and frigid, represent the seven digit Ya'll niggas coming
All That She Wanted Was That Indoor Lovin And Ho! [Talking: Over Chorus] Yeah, Uh, I Told Ya'll I Had A Story For You Right Uh, Ya Man, It's What It
and helicopters Gangstas and playas and street ballas Game spittas like 40 the colla popper [San Quinn] Hey boy, I'm a Bay Boy And I rep every block
