people say I said love me more Let's try my heart Like before Oh, can you hear my heartbeat ? Can you hear my heartbeat ? I said love me more The king
I'm speakin' of Peace to all the gangsters 'cuz I gotta lotta love Gotta lotta love I got a lotta love 'cuz you're all my brothers Red or blue, black
like a preacher, love like a teacher Got a girl who lives in Paris, when I want her I beep her Too many clothes, gotta rag top rolls 1000 Watt system
is here, tell me who's gonna ride (Ride with me, ride with me, ride) Take a walk on my side No more tears, no more fears, no more telling me lies I only
through She hated me, but then she loved me too I'd lie not try so I lost faith They turn to her to keep the faith She told me take an occupation or
me, I'll put your a** on ice yeah, cold turkey I'm blowin' Purple, the Haze mixed with Hershey I done gave you style, now reimburse me And it ain't no more
fast Little precious has a natural obsession for temptation But he just can't see She gives him loving that his body can't handle But all he can say is, "Baby is good to me
and get slumped or knocked It don't stop y'all and it just don't stop Dig it I leave the microphone intrigued with my practice This rebel stick your system
m in the Old School like Frank the Tank You can't beat me join me, petes they bore me But all the Southern asses they keep me horny Ooh, Big Timers in
ghetto I found me a little sanity inside a career and a family No more wars and renderin' tears to insanity So keep the salary and tear the mic 'cause I love
retaliate Nigga who is you, what side is you, red or blue I gets my drop on, I regulate the turf I stomp on Everytime I see some I grabs me gun Red rum
(Rah-Digga) I be the worst like Nick To all them mc thugs Like them 4 little kids And the teacher gettin plugged I don't give a fuck style Tell me come
, know how to expand coke and Mr. Coffee Feds cost me two mill' to get the system off me "Life's a Bitch" but God forbid, the bitch divorce me I'll be
roll big body Benz it's the navigators In the hood, servin freaks like I'm a restaurant waiter Blue lights on the Jag cus I love to shine Keep it by my
There's nothing I can do to change them Man, it's like I told you before You don't listen to me So I don't listen no more Give me a huge label advance
slipped my man a penny When we walked in the jam fans met us at the door They yelled, "We love you Salt and Pepa!" "Yes, we love y'all even more!" Some
up all night, getting my money right Until the blue and white Now the money coming slow but at least a nigga know Slow motion better than You love to
, I take a dip in the pool Which really is on the wall I got a color TV so I can see The Knicks play basketball Hear me talkin' 'bout checkbooks, credit cards More