God, I hope I get it! I hope I get it. I've come this far, but even so It could be yes, it could be no, How many people does he...? I really need this
Translation: A Chorus Line soundtrack. I Hope I Get It.
, Iiiiiii be I be I been I been, I been here for the culture, youknowhatI'msayin? I don't, I don't, I don't, I don't I don't be recognizin all that new
re running through my mind all day I'm so happy you're mine (so beautifu) Top of the line (so unusual) Now I think it's time, hey Shawty I hope you don
back, I'm finna go get dressed Tell tha nigga to gas up tha jet [Chorus: T.I.] I stay on my grind cause that come first If he get outta line his feelings
forget (get get) to remember me (x2) please keep me in your heart if we ever have to part don't forget (get get) to remember me (t.i. verse 1) i'm the
you n-ggas try and line me say I'm grimey four hundred mill and I still can't chill call me G double barrel N doom, boom I do it like a natty n-gga do
it all down.... In her diary.... (chorus) I wonder why, I sit and cry, Wish I could share all my tears, Im down and out, I'll keep it moving and try to get out, I
There could never be a father who loved His daughter more than I love you Trust your intuition It's just like goin fishin' You cast your line and hope you get a
hiding under your bed I'm gonna stand guard like a postcard of a Golden Retriever And never leave till I leave you With a sweet dream in your bed Chorus: I
get hurt You make a chick wanna take it off and give it to you right now, i wanna get to know you better but i let it go because i wanna be (Chorus
mornin', you got yourself a gun, you got yourself a gun".. [chorus] Yo I'm livin' in this time behind enemy lines So I got mine, I hope you ("
Cause I can get it back, watch me get it back Last 2 o 10 bricks, shit I'm cookin' that (Chorus) (Verse 2) My life's too real to be a PSA The million
. I-I-I'm ready for ya./ I'm in control, but with you bein' a man,/ You don't seem to understand that I-I-I'm ready for ya./ I-I-I'm ready for ya./ I-
hope You inhabit my heart 4. Home © Vigoda 1993 I am holding something precious It is mine, but not my own When I'm lonely I hold it gently And I know I
a spy, tell a lie/ tell the feds the revolution this time will be televised/ i keep it funk fuck ya hustla wit a muscly hustla/ thats why my odb be hangin
Africa where the struggle is real I can say my blood line is spectacular But it?s a sin and I don?t know my kin I?m a ghost don?t know my beginning know
