start Break my face, my back, my arms, my neck But please, don't break my heart Break my face, my back, my arms, my neck But please, don't break my heart
Vertaling: K's Choice. My Heart.
's clear, it's blurry Your head, my mind, your mind, my head, as one It's real, the foolish worry I feel you and you feel me as I feel you It's good,
you shake it in them jeans Bottoms up, bottoms up, throw ya hands up Bottoms up, bottoms up, bottoms up (up, up) [Verse 2: Trey Songz] My vision's blurred, my
that I was supposed to be on crashes and burns to ashes That's when I wake up, alarm clock's ringin', there's birds singin' It's spring and Haile's outside
your little divide and conquer but my sister was ready to bomb her! Get off the dizznik, and up off my voice me and my boyz give us a choice how
Voices choices, get on the pole Slide down, move around and bring the money back home Heeeee ain't pimp, he's a clone Gurl wanna eat my d**k when dey smell my
rolls royces choices get on the pole slide down move around and bring the money back home he aint pimp hes a clone girl wanna eat my dick when they smell my
hurts but I really don't care though Let me rub it in, get it all up in that hole I can see the morning creeping up on us It's like the world's in my
chase Or you might catch me with Chunky Shan At some slightly tan, white groupie's place Then booty shake, Betty's got A special spot in Bubbas heart
My flow is long money, my face is Hollywood My tattoo's could hit you with the thug ??hard flow?? My attitude is universal, yeah Hong Kong money When we get back to Queen's
S.K's, A.R's and Mini fourteens I'm Cashis, the last of the real, with a strap On Pro-sac, D's and E-Pills, it's a rap Get the block on tip, two for
got me thinkin' 'bout my man's passin' Stashin', the lex with a passion, gotta make it happen The block steamin' and 12 K the cops schemin' Security be on my
the muthafuckin' K Yeah, shell's stackin up, I shot about 30 rounds And my 30 round clip, and you can even hear the sound Of the shell's when they hit
with us All my true thugs and all my real bitches Won'tcha come and ride with us It's the T.W.I.S. to the T.A K to the motherfuckin' I'm 'Bout to shut
my name They call me Ooh, ooh, ooh, what's my name What's my name? Ooh, ooh, ooh, what's my name? O'Ryan What's my name? Ooh, ooh, ooh, what's my name
(K.Jones/C.Dowd) There's a light on a hill That's far out in the distance And it calls out my name It calls out for a change Far away voices That want
and Jeff again, oh my, you say 1985 to the Y2K The new millennium, prophesies, I'm fulfillin' 'em Everywhere I go, people be yellin?, "Yo, that's Will
