want pump it in the club get a little bit a rub-a-dub I know u love me cause I'm funky cause I just wanna show u some love chicken grease chicken grease
What'z ya phone number Now I could make miracles with pimp hoes. It's instrumental. Waitin for the nimphoes. That's the intro. Shoot when ya rush
Bone, Bone, Bone! As we continue to pick up the pieces, they follow us Kings 'til the sundown. Deadly issues of telekinesis, better show love or lay down
Turnaround, Every now and then I get a little bit lonely and you're never coming round Turnaround, Every now and then I get a little bit tired of listening
Goodbye to a little bit of heaven And I miss you so much (chorus) Oh, why love did you treat me this way Why love did you treat me this way Why love
, But tonight you can call me shad mose (yeah!) You know I had to do it for the ladies. I got her body trembling when I'm licking it And love it when
(with Elton John) [instrumental for the first 0:19 of this song] {*thunderstorm with rain fall in the background*} {*piano plays softly leading up to
Blow canals of Panama Just off stamina Styles not to be fucked with, or played with Fuck the pretty hoes, I love those Section A Bit-ches Hittin switches
a history test I had the cross colors gear with the hair up in dreads And my friends, knuckleheads we was all good kids Rappin' over instrumental records
Sarah has her dreams and makes her plans To get what she wants when she can A little bit of heaven was all she asked for In the silent moments deep in
've broken all the rules All I need is a bit of your love All I want is a bit of your love All I want is a part of you... (instrumental) Heaven knows
it a bit slower" "This is, this is the, huh, this is the first song I ever learned, actually" Frankie and Johnny were sweethearts Lordy, how they could love
Wait I Can't, Wait I, Can't, Wait... Wait... [Echoes] I Can't Hardly Wait For Your Love [x4: Vocals Modified] Wait [Still Echoing From Before For A Bit
what I need baby Is a little bit of sympathy CHORUS: You got me on my knees I burn throughout the night And I can't live without your love Won
like Bone, Bone, Bone As we continue to pick up the pieces They follow us Kings 'til the sundown Deadly issues of telekinesis Better show love or lay
weed up turn the beat up let's get it popping It's on we dropping that homegrown ghetto to ghetto topic Flip shit rip shit quick bit sick with this shit
can trust Sleep with one eye open finger on the pistol clutch I got my hands and everything, I'm real instrumental I'm as real as they come and don'
