Cherry's mother cryin' Cherry, Cherry Every night I ask the Lord why? Oh why? Cherry, Cherry Another victim of a suicide (Why oh why?) Why? Cherry, Cherry
arms under the cherry moon That's alright Lovers like us dear are born 2 die If they don't find us, what will we do? I guess we'll make love under the cherry
my Range Rover Runnin' out this muthafucka and shit I be there in ninety minutes, aight I make a stop aight, peace, one one I'm up in the cherry range
under the cherry moon If that's alright Lovers like us dear are born to die If they don't find us what will we do? I guess we'll make love under the cherry
met by Cherry's mother cryin' Cherry, Cherry Every night I ask the Lord why, oh why? Cherry, Cherry Another victim of a suicide (Why, oh why?) Why? Cherry, Cherry
Traduction: Prince. Cherry, Cherry.
Traduction: Prince. Under The Cherry Moon.
under the cherry moon That's alright Lovers like us dear are born 2 die If they don't find us, what will we do? I guess we'll make love under the cherry
by Cherry's mother cryin' Cherry, Cherry Every night I ask the Lord why? Oh why? Cherry, Cherry Another victim of a suicide (Why oh why?) Why? Cherry, Cherry
this muthafucka and shit I be there in ninety minutes, aight, I make a stop Aight, peace, one-one [RZA] I'm up in the Cherry Range, drivin' fast through
You can catch me ridin through the streets sittin' low. You can feel the bass bumpin out my cherry six four. Cruisin at about sixty just to let my hair
Yea Man prince was a pimp abolonian vanity, chill on ease he had me on the edge of insanity Swore if I made it in music I'd be similar there I am, this
I'm a king - I'm connectin nationwide but in the South I'm a king - just respect it and keep my name out'cha mouth [Verse Two: Lil Scrappy] I'm the prince
travel The year 90's parallel, controls to the wakes I dig woman's stomach swell, my borough is dark Many lights UFO kites, Benjamin Franklin got it right Abraham I stuck your cherry
me and I guarantee you I'ma see you very soon Leave a nigga ass out like Prince, take his bitch Put my (Graffiti Bridge) right (Under Her Cherry Moon) (
lives like the wives of Stepford Voice remains immortal and survives on record Hannibal Lector pour myself a glass of Chianti This is my Divine Comedy the finest since Dante Cape scrapes the floor dark prince
