of a kind There is no love, no love baby, better than my lovin' sugar Right on time when you need it, blow your mind, little sweetie No love, no love baby, no love
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promise baby There is just no better love You'll never find a love, who'll give you all the joy and all the things I do. There is just no better love
gotta light a J You gotta puff a J on this one You can't even drink Crist-OWL on this one You gotta drink Crist-ALL Buy some red wine, a little Gocha 9-7
, Wednesday, PARTY. Thursday, Friday, Saturday, PARTY. Sunday better find somebody else. So for one day i don't have to clean up after myself. Everybody
gloves Waitin' for niggaz to come out of the club Give me the dubs for my niggaz that bang and slang drugs We fuckin' them niggaz up, ain't no love for
, loud, proud, loud, proud Baby Boi Mind of a souljah, mind of a souljah, release and feel me Better watch for the nightfall when them come Better
in you/ give em the game, break it down, yall better read the bible dog/ yall better know who wrote the scriptures, yall better protect your soul/ now
Screwneck and I do wreck shit So next time he push up in the jam, BOY YOU BETTER EXIT Late Show in the house U-A-C in the house 7-D in the house
, Wednesday (Party) Thursday, Friday, Saturday (Party) Sunday better find somebody else So for one day I won't have to clean up after myself Everybody
your eyes Could it be that you tried But I didn't see the sunset pass me bye When you were making love to me Said it three times, you said "You love me" after
nice if you want in the hymen bitch in the kitchen And if you get me a seltzer it better have a lime and um If you an MC you better be nice when you
instead of talkin about her show her how to earn it with out openin her legs why my people rather be pointin fingers and turn up they nose and showing love
hank Smebbin' in a high performance zooped up nova, pushin' crank Callin' shots on my gossipper, faulty chip 1-800 locker number, on the left side of my hip Neighborhood watch better
is in the house sayin', "Why you talkin' loud? What you talkin' about?" Fuck all the critics in the N.Y.C. Who wants to rock the microphone after me
be singing thrilla While you be squeezing pillows and we can take a shower together Get cozy in stormy weather and if you ever going through something I promise to make it better you just keep on loving
[Intro: Bizzy] Bizzy Bone, you know what it is baby After Platinum Records Let's get this money '07 style [Chorus: Bizzy Bone] Mon-eyyyyyyyyyy, mon-eyyyyyyyyyy
my wrist and escape when I flash my bad ass hoes all the fast ass Hoes, I take a pose so call the ho fro, 7 after 4 go lex in my mode, mm-mm-mm if only
