yeah, yeah aiyyo Verse 3: Aiyyo, Prosperity endangered so many of us All the bullshit has got away with murder That's why we can see who's real and who's
I supposed to choke? Had an accident when the trojan broke Ahh, poor baby Born by whore lady Now I'm paying child support (it's your baby!) [swifty
's a law, there's an arm, there's a hand There's a law, there's an arm, there's a hand That's all I can say, baby that's all I can say It wasn't for
? My mind is groggy, my memory's foggy The smell of incense lingers in the bedroom I can't believe it's already past noon On my arm, there's a strange
over Chorus and until fade] [laughing], yeah, c'mon Let's go, that's right That's right, Loon, yeah Cha nana Bad Boy baby ... 2003 Baton has been passed
to choose Baby girl, I think you got me confused That's like a chair to a sofa Ma tell her Oprah, seein' Russell in a pair of loafers It's evident, that's
ve been thinking I don't man, like, everywhere I fucking go they all know that "down, down, baby" shit Maybe it's nothing changed, it's the other people
've been thinking I don't man, like, everywhere I fucking go They all know that 'Down, Down, baby' shit Maybe, it's nothing changed It's the other people
up All the drunks throw your liquor up All the bank tellers stick em up Teach them babies how to grip a buck When this hits the streets it's Thunder
in her hair She's a diamond in the rough If you can't see the shine that's tough Play all night for the likes of us Sis Draper's got the touch She'll
You do the science I'm getting money shitting, turn intruders into vixens Fall off beeper uh uh niggas stay getting Dirty nigga for life, that's how spliff's
that everytime A black leader appears on the horizon With any kind of cleverness, or charisma he's cut down? Malcom, Martin, Leadkur, I want you to arm
I saw you hanging On the arm of some other guy Like a drummer who?s been banging Steady beating 4/4 time Now you?re flicking at your cigarette Batting
I am on American Bandstand I don't want to walk without you baby I don't want to walk without you, Baby Walk without my arm about you, Baby Oh, Baby
by the double yellow line The sign says 55, he's going thirty And it's clear that he has no concern for time Chorus: He 's a Sunday, Sunday driver
Start the car I know a whoopee spot Where the gin is cold But the piano's hot It's just a noisy hall Where there's a nightly brawl And all That Jazz [
's a Law, there's an Arm, there's a Hand There's a Law, there's an Arm, there's a Hand There's a Law, there's an Arm, there's a Hand
mi go they will feel-feel irie Anyway, know Dolly, share mi Dolly, my baby Not tellin' her, Dolly, share mi Dolly, my baby (Your love, your love, your love has