his arms. Who is this man? This can't be happening again. Where is my father, pacing impatiently? Who is this doctor, smiling horribly? And what has he
Lifts up and sends you homeward bound / Lifts up and then you?re found again / Lifts up and turns your world around /
and I know you're gettin' bored and And he ain't gettin' you horny no more, is he? When it's all said and done, it's me Lovin', thuggin' And I know
It's the time of the year again for you to share All the love that you have With every woman and every man to share love Christmas day is here And the
what you said Tears were rollin' down your face And after all's been said and done You're a woman, I'm a man Could I turn back the time again You must
is mine I carry big fat wives, I treat my girls like guys Ask 'em who do they love and they all say, "Tide" I'm just an M.C. rapper and nothin' else I keep rhymin' and
Jackie Chan or Jackie chane pull back and bang I'm droppin change with a hand full of thoughts like I had a second brain so go head and take a crack
livin' in slow motion Gonna make that bubble burst and fill the ocean With your crocodile tears from your eyes Instead of swimmin' against the tide There are better things that a man
other galaxy, released nora calories Back 8 author, writers and ologies, I'm the author and the writer Of a biography with God prophecies, and challenge egyptology Philophosies and
one time for yo man this is Grindtime check and (Welcome To The Grindhouse!) And we gonna do it West Indian Style for you this time yo sniff and cash
been all over the globe on our government's funds Leavin? man, woman and child dead, bloody and numb Sayin? the same things over again Repeatin? the
that's a damn lie, got red rye My man ride, my fam tide, so I need a real chick Someone to keep it real wit, someone to rob and steal wit Someone to
Praises sing to Christ the King And peace to men on earth On Christmas Eve I dreamed I traveled all around the earth And in my dream I saw and heard
't hide in an empty apartment with a mattress And no protection, with a New York psycho Bombshells in the Hollywood section I'm pressin bells and bells and
that's a damn lie, got red rye My man ride, my fame tide, so I need a real chick Someone to keep it real wit, someone to rob and steal wit Someone to
she lies on her bed of rest In her hand she holds a dagger To kill the man that I love best The ocean's deep and I can't wade it And I have no wings
sing Man loses all when he wants everything And we'll rise above the scarlet tide That trickles down through the mountain And separates the widow from the bride Man
