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"All In Lyrics"
Foolish Lyrics
See my days are cold without you But I'm hurtin while im with you And though my heart can't take no more I keep on running back to you See my days are cold without you But I'm hurtin while im with you And though my heart can't take no more I keep on running back to you Baby I don't know why ya treatin me so bad You said you love me, no one above me And I was all you had
Q-Tip]
"Yo. Niggas be on the mic, they be all serious...
I'd love to be serious but... effortless shit.
Effortless... effa-efortless. Mmm-hmm.
Turn my music up, Duro. Yo, yo, you my hero.
Make the shit get loud-a. Even more in my headphones loud-a.
Uh. Sweetheart, shake yo' ass cheeks.
Bust it. Mmm-hmmm. Mmm-hmmm."
We gon' knock it down and put this
rock solid Amplified shit up.
Girl, it's like a sit-up.
So you betta send a letta to the betta.
We cut the bank and takin' all the bankin' chedda.
Girls get pretty-ed up,
then they comin' out the club. Rap cats, lock it up.
Worldwide vision where
everybody sees clear.
I could get you ten here.
Uh. Makes no fuss. Keep my shit plush.
Compliment, I get blushed. That's just how a brotha is.
Big Willy kids and we really run our jibs.
Uh. Takin' rhymes to another zone.
Is your mother home? 'Cause we can get the moans,
and stay strickly on a rhythemic notion, and
keep the joint close for the commotion and
keep movin' around. Movie stars.
Buy a little car, buy out the bar.
[Q-Tip (Meda Leacock)]
("All in...") ...for the people who move wit' me.
("All in...") ...for the nights of ecstasy.
("All in...") ...for the way we work and play, doin' it
everyday. This is how I need to be.
("All in...") ...for the people who roll wit' me.
("All in...") ...for the nights of ecstasy.
("All in...") ...for the people who work and play, doin' it
everyday. This is how I need to be.
[Q-Tip]
"Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah, what?"
We do it alive, blowin' the spot of this.
Showin' to pr
Marauder, pass the blue moon.
Hit 'chu wit' the ill tune.
Ass cheeks move wit' the help of my jacket bloom.
Insert the veteran
who consecutively come wit' shit yet again.
On the dance floor, chicks get horny.
Hopin' that they all move on me.
Word, for REAL for real.
Do it hard for the love of the game.
Pull your card and I'm askin' yo' name, bitch.
Jay-Dee be champion.
Tip be stylin' and definin' yo' chick, best compan-ion.
I'd advise you to fix your self, for real,
and do your shit wit' more zeal. ("More zeal.")
We in the mix and it's thickenin',
my rhyme and it's tickin' in.
The hatin' and the shit is so sickenin'.
Picasso, original. ("'Riginal.")
You forg-azy and the shit amaze me.
Sharpen your contrast and put a little color in it.
High Define your screen a
[Q-Tip (Meda Leacock)]
("All in...") ...for the people who move wit' me.
("All in...") ...for the nights of ecstasy.
("All in...") ...for the way we work and play, doin' it
everyday. This is how I need to be.
("All in...") ...for the people who roll wit' me.
("All in...") ...for the nights of ecstasy.
("All in...") ...for the people who work and play, doin' it
everyday. This is how I need to be.
("All in...") ...for the people who move wit' me.
("All in...") ...for the nights of ecstasy.
("All in...") ...for the way we work and play, doin' it
everyday. This is how I need to be.
("All in...") ...for the people who roll wit' me.
("All in...") ...for the nights of ecstasy.
("All in...") ...for the people who work and play, doin' it
everyday. This is how I need to be. ("Need to be.
See my days are cold without you But I'm hurtin while im with you And though my heart can't take no more I keep on running back to you See my days are cold without you But I'm hurtin while im with you And though my heart can't take no more I keep on running back to you Baby I don't know why ya treatin me so bad You said you love me, no one above me And I was all you had
Q-Tip]
"Yo. Niggas be on the mic, they be all serious...
I'd love to be serious but... effortless shit.
Effortless... effa-efortless. Mmm-hmm.
Turn my music up, Duro. Yo, yo, you my hero.
Make the shit get loud-a. Even more in my headphones loud-a.
Uh. Sweetheart, shake yo' ass cheeks.
Bust it. Mmm-hmmm. Mmm-hmmm."
We gon' knock it down and put this
rock solid Amplified shit up.
Girl, it's like a sit-up.
So you betta send a letta to the betta.
We cut the bank and takin' all the bankin' chedda.
Girls get pretty-ed up,
then they comin' out the club. Rap cats, lock it up.
Worldwide vision where
everybody sees clear.
I could get you ten here.
Uh. Makes no fuss. Keep my shit plush.
Compliment, I get blushed. That's just how a brotha is.
Big Willy kids and we really run our jibs.
Wither Lyrics
nothing remains was there anything anyway why prolong a painful existence emptiness is not a reason for me to continue how long until I end it all it's all disappearing withering and slowly dying I watch it die Cast aside As demons feed upon my grief This may be too much for me to bear I should be optimistic But escape is far too tempting How long until I end it
Ladies, breathe easy. Let your man please thee. nothing remains was there anything anyway why prolong a painful existence emptiness is not a reason for me to continue how long until I end it all it's all disappearing withering and slowly dying I watch it die Cast aside As demons feed upon my grief This may be too much for me to bear I should be optimistic But escape is far too tempting How long until I end it
Uh. Takin' rhymes to another zone.
Is your mother home? 'Cause we can get the moans,
and stay strickly on a rhythemic notion, and
keep the joint close for the commotion and
keep movin' around. Movie stars.
Buy a little car, buy out the bar.
[Q-Tip (Meda Leacock)]
("All in...") ...for the people who move wit' me.
("All in...") ...for the nights of ecstasy.
("All in...") ...for the way we work and play, doin' it
everyday. This is how I need to be.
("All in...") ...for the people who roll wit' me.
("All in...") ...for the nights of ecstasy.
("All in...") ...for the people who work and play, doin' it
everyday. This is how I need to be.
[Q-Tip]
"Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah, what?"
We do it alive, blowin' the spot of this.
Showin' to pr
Llorando Por Ti Lyrics
Ya no puedo dormir en mi cama, ni en las almuadas me puedo acostar, se me revela que estoy en tus brazos, y de sentimiento me pongo a llorar, pronunciando tu nombre.. me despierto llorando, y el silencio me dice, que ya no volveras pero yo que te quiero,que te qiero a morir al silencio le digo... ya no me hagas sufrir * CHORUS * y llorando por ti.. yo me paso las noches y llorando por ti.. ya no pu
ove what rap is. ("What is it?") Ya no puedo dormir en mi cama, ni en las almuadas me puedo acostar, se me revela que estoy en tus brazos, y de sentimiento me pongo a llorar, pronunciando tu nombre.. me despierto llorando, y el silencio me dice, que ya no volveras pero yo que te quiero,que te qiero a morir al silencio le digo... ya no me hagas sufrir * CHORUS * y llorando por ti.. yo me paso las noches y llorando por ti.. ya no pu
Marauder, pass the blue moon.
Hit 'chu wit' the ill tune.
Ass cheeks move wit' the help of my jacket bloom.
Insert the veteran
who consecutively come wit' shit yet again.
On the dance floor, chicks get horny.
Hopin' that they all move on me.
Word, for REAL for real.
Do it hard for the love of the game.
Pull your card and I'm askin' yo' name, bitch.
Jay-Dee be champion.
Tip be stylin' and definin' yo' chick, best compan-ion.
I'd advise you to fix your self, for real,
and do your shit wit' more zeal. ("More zeal.")
We in the mix and it's thickenin',
my rhyme and it's tickin' in.
The hatin' and the shit is so sickenin'.
Picasso, original. ("'Riginal.")
You forg-azy and the shit amaze me.
Sharpen your contrast and put a little color in it.
High Define your screen a
Jesus Sold Me A Bunk Eigth Lyrics
Jesus had some bunk weed and he sold it with a smile All seeds and sticks, it looked like leaves - a tiny little pile I said, "What the fuck, asshole? This weed is total shit!" He grabbed my cash, took off real fast, and flew around a bit Hardly ever seen from, he's complete ghetto scum Asking me to buy some bunk Is he who buys Jesus Christ's horseshit
nd put this brotha in it. Jesus had some bunk weed and he sold it with a smile All seeds and sticks, it looked like leaves - a tiny little pile I said, "What the fuck, asshole? This weed is total shit!" He grabbed my cash, took off real fast, and flew around a bit Hardly ever seen from, he's complete ghetto scum Asking me to buy some bunk Is he who buys Jesus Christ's horseshit
[Q-Tip (Meda Leacock)]
("All in...") ...for the people who move wit' me.
("All in...") ...for the nights of ecstasy.
("All in...") ...for the way we work and play, doin' it
everyday. This is how I need to be.
("All in...") ...for the people who roll wit' me.
("All in...") ...for the nights of ecstasy.
("All in...") ...for the people who work and play, doin' it
everyday. This is how I need to be.
("All in...") ...for the people who move wit' me.
("All in...") ...for the nights of ecstasy.
("All in...") ...for the way we work and play, doin' it
everyday. This is how I need to be.
("All in...") ...for the people who roll wit' me.
("All in...") ...for the nights of ecstasy.
("All in...") ...for the people who work and play, doin' it
everyday. This is how I need to be. ("Need to be.