There's a story told of a very gentle boy And the girl who wore his ring Through the wintry snow the world they knew was warm For their hearts were full
locked inside a jar, Turn the lid and set me free, I love everything that you are, Has a million other reasons, But lets not go to far, Stay, close to my heart
-L-E? We got heat Y'all know what happened to the thief When the king catch him stealin' Got his hands in the cookie jar Off with his hand, fuck it,
me 'Lo But you can call me The Soul Machine Watch, see what I mean? Four million flavors of the southern soul flower But the power that you get from the heart
you can call me The Soul Machine Watch ? HEEEEYYYY YYEEAAAA ? See what I mean? Four million flavors of the southern soul flower But the power that you get from the heart
You're always up to no good Your finger's in my cookie jar You can have my checkbook Visa and my MasterCard too Ain't no price too high for what you do
your mouth is, watch Redman house shit And if it's beef I'll punch you in your mouth kid I got a heart but my heart is made out of nails Word to Jamel, my heart
kinda love it I said ciara if I could I would give u the world just to keep a smile on ya face to make sure u stay my girl and I kno u wont break my heart
we lived in Either kept gettin' broken into and robbed or shot up on the block And your mom, was savin' money for you in a jar Tryin' to start a piggy
my kitchen cookin lookin like shakira I'm in my high chair, They naked, this is Rated R. Think I ain't payin attention cuz u slide me a Gerber jar
house I said it's the pros in her house Fuck that shit It's up down in her house Twinkle, twinkle to the little rap star I got all type of MC tongue in a pickle jar
I made up my mind To take the life of the old man And thus rid myself of the eye forever So I'm headed door to door With my grandmother's cookie jar
Family, It's Our World Lookin' my crystal ball, it's alright Welcome, my curious sisters and brothers First, put a twenty in the jar with the others (
, grenade Cook shit like Rae, the chef Raekwon The beats are filet mignon without the A1. Who walk like a pitbull, You? who bitch please I ate your favourite rapper's heart
hitchhikers And the girls next door dress up like movie stars Hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm I love this bar We got cowboys, we got truckers Broken-hearted fools
about him Local boy made good Ex D-boy made it out the hood Got his gouda out the park Used to cook yola in a relish jar If a sucka' pillow talk and
dusk of summer's first day Fragile wings bring little messages of light Firefly burning inside, I'll fly With the light inside of me Circling free from a gently opened jar
good man) Ahh, clock on the world (Yes he?s a good man) And driving a dump truck up to the sun (Is he a song man?) A sigh in the human heart (Three sides