Give it to me Give it to me Give it to me Give it to me Give it to me Give it to me Give it to me Every time I think about the Way you feel I get excited
Baby, you could keep a secret Calca, kills mania, hey, ey, ah, ah Fresh off the runway, pair white Nikes Phantom top drop on that I 95 Pink see us sucka
[KRS One] Right right! (Woy) Bring it (Woy) BDP (Woy) BDP (Woy) BDP (Woy) Now smooth it out (Woy Woy) (Woy) (Woy) (Woy) Alright here we go (
Ol' heart the way our true love has been doin' Just rips and tears my pride right half in two I know you're just as much ashamed as I am So if you won
I don't give a fuck They done push me to the limit the more I live I might blow up any minute, did it again Now I'm in the back of the paddy wagon While
[Talking:] Ay this what I do nigga I do this shit with my eyes closed nigga (fuh sho, fuh sho) y'all niggaz tryin too hard man heheh...yea Clover G's! [
Yeah, in the name of Jesus, spread the word No weapon formed against me shall prosper And every turn that rise against my judgment Thou shall condemn,
I don't give a fuck about your Girlfriends I don't give a fuck about your Man boo I don't give a fuck about your friends And your friends ain't shit,
Give it to me, give it to me All your love, all your love Give it to me, give it to me All your love, all your love And I'll know, and I'll know When
I don't ask for too many things Only one thing I really need That is you baby next to me With that I'm satisfied Don't need diamonds, I don't need gold
[E-40 Talking:] Damn lil mama.........I aint gon' lie yo dome action is vicious....... Feels like I'm in yo pussy when you suckin' my dick...... [Chorus
Saturday morning when school was over I went to the phone and I wanted to call her And I said: gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme your lovin' But her daddy
Something has shot me through Just like the livin' truth Gimme luv and turn on the light How long has it been dark Without the slightest spark? Gimme
Who are we? You gave us Your son as a man To die for all our freedom And wash our guilty hands With Your blood that's enough to purify man And the love
Never gonna give you up No matter how you treat me Never gonna give you up So don't you think of leavin' Girl, you treat me bad and I know why Yeah,
Now I have nothing, so God give me strength 'Cause I'm weak in her wake and if I'm strong I might still break And I don't have anything to share That
THEY DON'T GIVE MEDALS (TO YESTERDAY'S HEROES) WRITERS BURCH BACHARACH, HGAL DAVID COPYRIGHT 1966 You should have been there when I was twenty You never
You sure you really wanna do this 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 Gimme that, gimme that, gimme that Gimme that, gimme that, gimme that Gimme that, gimme that, gimme