INTERLUDE HAS NO LYRICS, IT IS JUST LIKE THERE OTHER SONG "DEATH BY XANGA"(its not really an "other song" its the same song, just different names).
Translation: Wedding, the. Interlude.
Translation: The Wedding Singer soundtrack. Interlude.
The height of my game is like a DeMar (De)Rozen verticle No one understands me, only one sicker than me is Em I'm into DMC, runs in the family [Interlude
, you want it from Ghost? Then throw C.R.E.A.M. on Suited up, smelling like Fahrenheit with jeans on Knock the rice out a wedding, come and get your bling
On stage you fuck with nigga's faces, glaciers Hittin off with cristal bottles, bing wind up in the basement Very expensive championship Chip rocks known for his wedding
the world that she?s my own?( she?s my own?) You wait and see it?s gonna be just Sunday and me Musical Interlude? Oh I see bells and wedding gowns
weathered Like a decade in a glass box yelling shook her feathers Utter "Unto thee I surrender mine flesh!" She said "Put the yellow sticker on your fender - Next!" *Interlude
the floor its saturday night saturday night saturday night in the city saturday night saturday night saturday night in the city [music interlude] [glen] look at the wedding
Beat the drum, bang the gong, Let the golden wedding bells chime, My heart's a-flutter I'm walking on air, I'm in love for the very first time. Turn me
it from Ghost? Then throw C.R.E.A.M. on Suited up, smelling like Fahrenheit with jeans on Knock the rice out a wedding, come and get your bling on Next
see us, man) You rainin', clickin' Niggas, that will see us, man But if you think, you can't do yo thug thang, Nigga (Do yo thug thang, Nigga) [Interlude
Uptown, Jersey, Brooklyn! [Redman:] Shhhhhh, Gilla (Gilla) Gilla (Gilla) Yo, uh-oh, Redman back in your town You'll get drug nigga like wedding gowns
best friend is now my fucking assistant Niggas saying "Free Earl" without even knowin' him See, they're missing the new album, I'm missing my only friend [Interlude
Here's to those who love not too wisely, know not wisely, but too well To the girl who sighs with envy when she hears that wedding bell To the guy who
that I asked followed by let me buy you a drink (drink) Young boss baby, I treat'cha treat'cha to the finer things The neck bling, wrist bling, wedding
: Here's to those who love not too wisely, know not wisely, but too well To the girl who sighs with envy when she hears that wedding bell To the guy
