in right here? Pharrell: Yea, come on On that sunny day Didn't know I'd meet Such a beautiful girl Walking down the street Seen those bright brown eyes
But yeah I'm on my way Cuz I know he got that hay Hey little mami You a ghetto fire tin You come to my post on the island Come on that chronic He-he
obedient friend . . . (The PHANTOM'S voice fades out and GIRY takes over) GIRY ". . . and Angel . . ." (Attention now focuses on RAOUL whose eyes are suddenly bright
lose my trust [my love] is knocking on your door And na so E go dey pursue you dey go go go REPEAT HOOK REPEAT CHORUS VERSE 3 My love is knocking on
out calls Used to see my Mama strugglin', worn from work Told her when I made it big she never goin-a work I used to wish at night that my brothers in
R-O nigga, who I die for [This verse needs some work] This is for my Q dogs, who lit a block's bright spark We grew up on Old English, summertime Roy
puttin in my work and cuttin like a surgeon, urgin my people to rebel like an insurgent. I grab my sword and shield talk on field to feel my enemies pain
and spend more time with me Take away my doubts and fears and fulfill my dreams You said you'd be that shoulder for my eyes to cry on Said you would
got a problem, work through it I love New York night, bright lights and action I love bailin with my Bronx niggas, party crashin I love switch hittin with my niggas on
, be gone, be on your way, yeah In the morning after When the cats come out the bats come out to play, yeah In the morning after The dawn is here, be gone, be on your way
this girl Come in right here? Yeah, come on On that sunny day Didn't know I'd meet Such a beautiful girl Walking down the street Seen those bright brown eyes
bend yo body, bend yo body, Magneto Let me have my way, I'ma have my way, Carlito Now we can put in work, let me get my busy on for you You ain't never
Camero with this dude from L.A. I blew that Camero off my back, and drove that little girl away, But now there's wrinkles around my baby's eyes And
Kweli] Black, my family thick, like they're striped molasses Star, on the rise, in the eyes of the masses Black is the color of my true love's hair Star
it's a lonelier place Listen, yo, little Royce Nickel Nine, eyes wide with sight With a future as bright as the light in the eyes of Christ Ready to take on
sweet sticky firmament of my dreams. Daybreak came and discovered me With my fantasies pasted to my face. I cant look at you right now. "Show me your eyes