her back sweet evening breeze Bring my baby back to me Hear me begging you upon my knees Bring her back sweet evening breeze Bring my baby back to me
Translation: Reeves, Jim. Breeze (Blow My Baby Back To Me).
' nuff ridin, won'tcha come roll with me Come on, roll with me We can put the top down on the highway and feel the breeze We can feel the breeze Baby
fade Rolex in the tenth grade, hair was laid Everything I wore to school baby was tailor made Shot dice in the bathroom on my knees I'll roll across
re-route my dreams I?m wild just like a rock, a stone, a tree I?m free just like the wind the breeze that blows And I flow just like a brook, a stream
are back the night starts now night starts now baby roll with us, chickens snapping at the neck when we rollin' up. rollin' up blow through the doors
blow, baby When you free your mind and let it float Let me roll We want your mind to blow Just let us hang with you Hangin' in the hood, just shootin' the breeze
was half the reason I bought half them purses That chapter is over, it was worth it My new angel surface, she ain't have to rehearse it My baby's real
Club Hollerin' Now If You Lookin' For Me Baby You Can Find Me Bangin' In Da Chevy Candy Painted Swingin 9 Deep Saint Card Creep Wit My People Right Behind Me I Showed Dem My
Me Baby You Can Find Me Bangin' In Da Chevy Candy Painted Swingin 9 Deep Saint Cards Creep Wit My People Right Behind Me I Showed Dem My Chain Now She Hollerin Wat U Buyin' Me
I spend the stuff Calling Uncle Sam's bluff dun, taxes don't bite us, bite us My life, my life It's the glamour life, blow up the kids and the wife Players
is one slash two My gun blast you, tryna out the flames, what're you, firemen? You'll catch a hell of a back draft 'Cause my fire retirin', aight then It's my
here playboy. My get back skillz, my get back skillz. *(E-40)* (burp) I hurt my ass off by Drink-A-Lot, but I'm about my cash, but if an, ignit
Bunny rabbit [Make 'em bounce baby!] Take you behind my bush, spill it on your belly Keepin' on the down-low just like R. Kelly Unload my clip with the
[Chorus] What can I? It?s cost me a lot it?s cost me a lot it?s cost me a lot it?s cost me a lot it?s cost me a lot it?s cost me a lot [J Cole - Verse
got Harlem on my mind, Darren on my back Brooklyn in my blood and butters on the track I got insect thoughts, catch the cool ways Clouds of purple haze keep me
within the limits of my post My orders is to smoke you if you get to close The whole globe scared of my flow, spirit world scared of my soul Nowadays
glock went pop Tell me, tell me who shooting and who got shot Ring Around the Rosie, a pocket full of blow Everybody know the hop got you moving slow Pinocchio says ignore my