Translation: Djavan. Serrado.
I wanted love, I needed love Most of all, most of all Someone said true love was dead And I'm bound to fall, bound to fall for you Oh, what can I do?
Shook Hands Lyrics Yeah- HA!HA! (See I love this shit) You see what the problem is these's bitches dont know me poke theses got damn Ho's here we go
Can we be tight again? Can we, can we, can we? Ooh 'Cause you wanna know something? JE y'all Can we be tight? Can we be tight again? Can we be tight?
I've been laid off from work, my rent is due My kids all need brand new shoes So I went to the bank to see what they could do They said, sir, look like
When panic grips your body and your heart's a hummingbird Raven thoughts blacken your mind until you're breathing in reverse And all your friends and
Ahh Boom Productions The G woke up, phone right by him Had a couple missed calls, last night's clients Yawning, scratching ma balls, Rocks rang sighing
Descendo a serra (Humberto Gessinger) to descendo a serra cego pela serracao salvo pela imagem pela imaginacao de uma bailarina ao asfalto fazendo curvas
Well, once I was a slave at the sawmill Talk about a poor boy, talk about a poor boy Never saw a dollar bill Well, my work was so hard at the sawmill
[Chorus] Game tight with the shit we pop One love to real niggaz cause the game don't stop From the T-R-U to the D-P-Gs From the Firm to the Wu-Tang
I used to couldn't dance too good I had to get some moves I was a scared on the dance floor I had the no boogie blues, oh Now I'm on fire Show these
Walking in the night a prisoner of the street signs they all get me nowhere searching hard to find any hidden doorway that might lead me to you you gave
Hi everybody I'm Archie Bell of the Drells From Houston, Texas We don't only sing but we dance Just as good as we walk In Houston we just started a new
When I'm down I make a call Got the number written on the wall First it's busy then I try again Oh, who's she talking to, could it be him? I got the
Here I am again, I've been here before I thought I could handle anything but I don't anymore Sorting through my scars to leave them at your throne Every
I try to walk the straight and narrow But I stumble on the way And take roads that lead me places Where I cannot see Your face And in my feeble mind
Like pennies in a wishing well I try but I can never tell Where this winding road of life Will lead tomorrow But in between the how and why The questions
Born afraid of most everything We close our eyes until we are sure There's nothing to see And the fear just goes on and on Singled out and pushed all
