Cryin' on the corner, Waiting in the rain I swear I'll never, Ever wait again You gave me your word.. But words for you are lies Darlin' in my wildest
I should have learned this lesson long ago That friends and lovers always come and go And now you claim that everything's "O.K.", but I've got just one
I walk on ice, I play with fire For loving you, baby, I'd dance on wire Oh, I can't sleep at night Loving you, I'd pay that price Loving you is like walking
You won't forget my eyes Ooh, deep inside you realize You're gonna see me Wherever you go You're gonna hear me On your radio There you are In your car
Cryin' on the corner waitin' in the rain I swear I'll never ever wait again. You gave me your word but words for you are lies. Darlin' in my wildest
about Hair pressed against the skin My fingers on your blouse I'll keep you in my mouth And hope to never take you out This means more than love in a flashing
U-S F-A-B-O, L-O-U-S I don't understand how niggaz insist to knows bout How we spend car money to glist our rollz out Play bars and buy the Cris and Moes out Flash
water be splashing The Drop top 3 in the quota we dashing Flawless diamonds in the water we flashing The money we oughta be stashing I make sure ever quarter
when the water be splashing The Drop top 3 in the quota we dashing Flawless diamonds in the water we flashing The money we oughta be stashing I make sure ever quarter
school "What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today if the old school didn't pave the way" -- Grand Puba I remember Mr. Magic, FLASH, Grandmaster
's Hittin' buckshots at niggas that open spots On the avenue, take my loot, and I'm baggin you Pimpin hoes that drive Volvo's and Rodeos Flash the Roll
niggas that open spots On the avenue, take my loot, and I'm baggin you Pimpin hoes that drive Volvo's and Rodeos Flash the Roll, make her wet, in her
the life of vaudeville comedienne Fanny Brice (1891-1951), starting in 1910. Actually the show starts after she has become a success on stage and flashes
lot of yall are still soundin' like last year The game needs change and I'm the motherfucking cashier Nickels for my thoughts Dimes in my bed Quarters
A lot of ya'll still soundin like last year, The game needs change and I'm the mofucking cashier, Nickels for my thoughts, Dimes in my bed, Quarters of
that Testify and get your head wrapped like Arabian cats terrorist act's will have you pigs squealin at last Wayne County Jail full of noxious gas got three quarters
