a nigga just got paid it's friday night all my homies in the party and we doin' it right 'cause my people came to party till the early light and then
[Sisqo] Chinky, buttah, kienji, serenade Lovher What you about to hear Is something that you never heard before So chinky show them how we do it A nigga
La da da da da, x4 MC! [Bridge] It's 8am in the morning and i, can't wait to make it til' tonight, (til' tonight) Can't wait to welcome you home from
You give your hand to me Then you say "Hello" And I can hardly speak My heart is beating so And anyone can tell You think you know me well But you don
"You Don't Know Me" You don't know me If you did You would know if I loved you Part of it's trust And part of it's just being When you loved me Did you
No sabia, de tristezas, ni de lagrimas Ni nada, que me hicieran llorar Yo sabia de carino, de ternura Porque a mi desde pequeno Eso me enseno mama, eso
There's a place of quiet stillness 'tween the light and shadows reach Where the hurting and the hopeless seek everlasting peace Words of men and songs
It's time for me to say exactly how I feel The heart knows what is true and what is real Who that little girl is, where's she coming from Who's the one
You don?t know me, they don?t know me Y?all don?t know me so don?t try to judge me 'Cause I?m hard headed, I don?t wanna listen Experience is my teacher
T.I, you don't know me I'ma tell y'all sucka ass niggaz somethin' First of all nigga Look'a hear dawg You mighta seen me in the streets But nigga you
You have never seen my face before You don't know me, oh, no You will never see my face again You don't know me, oh, no You've never seen the gloves
I never thought about the universe, it made me feel small Never thought about the problems of this planet at all Global warming, radio-active sites Imperialistic
Now my chainsaw close to head Change your points; you're left for dead This isn't hectic fight for fun this is Hardcore 81 Neighbourhood watch, backyard
It's not the right time to be sober Now the idiots have taken over Spreading like a social cancer, is there an answer? Mensa membership exceeding Tell
Medio-core It's not forsaken The music they're makin' Will leave you with a feeling of indifference How was the band? They were okay (okay) Not great
First they put away the dealers, Keep our kids safe and off the street. Then they put away the prostitutes, Keep married men cloistered at home. Then
(C. Kirschner) Produced by Curtis Curtis and Concetta (BMI) Bass: Walter Sipser DrumsKeys: Curtis Curtis and Concetta 54321 Pow! That's the time to go
Born with insight and a raised fist A witness to the slit wrist, that's with As we move into '92 Still in a room without a view You got to know, you