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me have been dying. I just wanna tell you about it. [Verse 1:] Lately I feel like I've been slippin. And it's you that got me trippin. I can't control myself
Yo Look I know we been, Been friends for a minute now But I think it's time that we We address the situation I know how you feel You know how I feel
so good to me she gotta be my Baby girl No Longer do I have to search She a diamond she down to Earth It's Understood to me she gotta be mine Baby Girl
the county jail Keep yo' head up, cause things are gettin better My cellmates shed tears off yo' last love letter Told 'em you would find a friend so keep yo
and it ain't getting no better just tryna be like, yeah, forget it, whatever Instead of staring out this glass looking at this bad weather, damn I gotta pull myself
[Eminem] Yo...Dre Man..Make my vocals sound sexy, Come on man, come on man, okaaaay, [Chorus] It feels so wrong cause it feels so right, But its all
's rough but it's fair people gotta go out there and bust they, bust they ass for a job I mean, my dad's got five kids, man and I mean yo he hates drivin
mean Gotta stay that bitch How you feel, when you hear this Wasn't prepared boy I need the listeners on the dance floor Go head boy You in yo spot, play
[Little Girl] I got a boyfriend now [laughs] [Eve] C'mon, uh, uh, uh, yo, yo [1] - Gotta man that I think I'm gon' love forever And forever, we'll be
all out Now when I sit and dial your number, got my tongue all out Wouldn't never tell you though, emotions I would never show Gotta keep it to myself, gotta
s too late) Push the button, cause I'ma get ?? Pass me a SCUD missle, so I can bomb the land [Wyclef] Yo Pras (what?) Yo Pras (what?) Some start to wonder
Understood I'm Not Crossin Ova... Dis Ain't B-Ball Got Potnas Behind Da G-Wall, 30 For A Murda Dawg So I Gotta Get It All, I Pull Up In A 2 Door Same
the place up like jalapeaos Light up ya life like I was day glo I make you feel good like I was a gigolo Hypno-tise ya eyes wid my figure, yo Disbelieving
goin' under Baby, who turned the temperature hotter? 'Cause I'm burnin' up, burnin' up for you baby C'mon girl I fell so fast Can't hold myself back High heels, red dress All by yourself, gotta
lose We gotta ride it through I'm reaching for you (baby I'm missing you) Baby I'm missing you (ooh ooh) Don't allow love to lose We gotta ride it through
