Outrospective
Faithless lyrics
Faithless lyrics
"Shes My Baby Lyrics"
Big Ego's featuring Hitman Lyrics
Dr. Dre] I got mo' class than most of em, ran wit the best of em Forgave the less of em, and blazed at the rest of em What can I say? Cal-i-for-ni-A Where niggaz die everyday over some shit they sa
Dr. Dre] I got mo' class than most of em, ran wit the best of em Forgave the less of em, and blazed at the rest of em What can I say? Cal-i-for-ni-A Where niggaz die everyday over some shit they sa
I see you workin' through the bead curtain
In you kitchen, switchin', leavin' me twitchin'
I'm itchin' to be kissin' you, but disciplne is the rule
So I sip my orange juice and act cool
She irresistible
We fool around twice a week, makes me weak
Nice, when she put her tongeu in my cheek
Not petite, baby got a large physique
She take charge, take me were I dare not repeat
I got T-T-T-T-like a high hat
What you say... hey...! Comin' into somethin' that leave you empty, something so strong. What you play... hey...! Comin' outta nothing that leave you bleedin' bleedin' so long. Can you feel... my hand
You like that
Mrs X. reputation intact, nobody on my block
Know we lock down like that in the next flat
But one from whre I live with my mum and uncle John
He ain't my uncle an' it's been far too long
But me 'n' she been goin' strong almost a year
Wait til the coast is clear, I don't boast for fear
Of being caught. Maybe w ought to stop, maybe not
For now baby gets all I got. Boom
Holiday n Heaven Lyrics
I shuffle down past the Third Street Gospel Mission Jesus always saves a place there just for me He's got his own band of angels playin' music From a block away you can hear 'em sing To a kick drum and
I shuffle down past the Third Street Gospel Mission Jesus always saves a place there just for me He's got his own band of angels playin' music From a block away you can hear 'em sing To a kick drum and
How come we always trash the room? Grab ya clothes
Cos ya know someone'll be home soon
An' I assume there'll be a need to explain gently
Why this mother of three is playin' games with me
She's my baby
I'm a slave to your outrage
Rocket box stiff shocks an' a roll cage
Colour coded alloys, much noise, spoilers an' poise
Exhaust notes an antidote for old age
Yes! Yes!
Who got the keys to my R.S.
Back When Judy Loved Me Lyrics
There was backstreets of Birmingham, Taking my clothes and my food and a trash can. Sleeping in alleys at night, making love to a bottle of wine 'Cause you know life is to succeed But that was back
we goin' on a road testThere was backstreets of Birmingham, Taking my clothes and my food and a trash can. Sleeping in alleys at night, making love to a bottle of wine 'Cause you know life is to succeed But that was back
Hit the M4 and head west, forever impressed
With the sound of my two litre, we cover ground
Engine singin' like Anita Baker
An' iff I take a corner too quick y' get sick
When I do my hand-bake trick, watch me ride
Mi broadside slide like a battleship
Side-slip puch out mi hip
Stick it in gear an' give the gas a blip. It
Never fail to bring a grin to the lip, Baby's equipped-