be If music be the food of love If music, if music, if music be the food If music, if music, if music be the food If music, if music, if music be the
Translation: Samantha Fox. If Music Be The Food Of Love.
If music be the food of love, then play on Play on, play on Play on, play on If music be the food of love, then baby play on, play on Let the heavens
my lawyer is a gee for keepin me outta pen If it wernt for him and my paps, I'd be lookin at a 10 We all used to shot food but it was more about who
guess even back then you can call me C.E.O. of the ROC, Hov' Fresh out the fryin' pan into the fire I be the, music biz number one supplier Flyer than
, so here I go it's my shot Feet fail me not, this may be the only opportunity that I got You better lose yourself in the music The moment, you own it
is, all the different yous Four page letters in addition to Have you ever loved somebody? Used to get the party poppin' We used to party hot We used to be
with me Don't? Food from India, she in Charlotte Olympia's We talked music for hours she never mentioned ya Can't tell you how much I love when niggas think they got it And I love
you could sex her But you're standing on the wall like you was Poindexter Next days function high class luncheon Food they're serving, you're stone-cold munchin' Music
release dates I can remember in the past closin down at fast foods Strictly stickin to my dreams, but feelin like I'd be the last dude Who can make it
lip and word to mother Love a dude with a doo-rag, from where we suffer From growin up too fast, I'm a rude ass bitch when I need to be But I'm cool
hands To light of the moon......... They sing to me tunes... I'm not ugly And loved ones that die still survive with no pain And id lose if it went away
.I., if you try then you die I don't take no mercy on you suckers so Would you still be in love baby, if I cut your throat Cut the jokes I ain't got
the music I got the shit fiends holla if you wanna use it It's the ice cream man Bitch don't you hear the music I got the shit fiends holla if you wanna
on credit Management loved the money, someone tell me where my bread is I come across a lot of rich kids that die to be thugs But I don't understand them they very, very loved
your guardian Just a man who's on the mic, so let me entertain you My music can be slightly amusing You shouldn't take lyrics so serious, it might be
all the different yous Four page letters in addition to Have you ever loved somebody used to get the party poppin We used to party hot, we used to be
by the drugs they move in the street More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast But the people ain't got shoes for they feet or food to eat
