B: She?s a cop. (sung) The last time I saw Paris, her trees were dressed for spring. Chorus: And lovers walked beneath the trees, and birds found songs
walked beneath those trees and birds found songs to sing. I dodged the same old taxicabs that I had dodged for years. The chorus of their squeaky horns
to move As long as you can fin' a groove that's cool, that'll do Move fast or move it slow Same any way you go (Repeat Chorus) Background Make a motion
a pound of horn The Javan one cursed - the wheels of greed are born Medicinal myth, smuggled to Hong-Kong Ancient superstition - reality gone wrong [Chorus
buddies you be tight with We ain't really gon be doin too much though we just ridin around bumpin' sounds trippin out while we flame janes tappin the horn
[Verse 1: Joe Budden] Last thing I'm tryna be is the good guy now, I ain't never gave a fuck, why should I now Like the World's interrupting my song with
CHORUS: (Nelly:) I am the king of the city Top down windows up Puffin' like Ditty Riding cross the hatas face mad, team gritty Honk your horn twice if
I'm already on a song with Nate Dogg, that's why you wanna hate, dog? Here's a warning, when Mark bring the horns in Say the wrong thing, and you won
is sick as clown blue dodger hat on bangin like donkey kong tryin make a phone call ive been a g all long fade back is my song gang moncho is my home
keep it home, I thought I needed a Nia Long. I'm trying to write my wrongs, But it's funny these same wrongs helped me write this song. Now, [Chorus
an American citizen The constitution said I'm three fifths I'm not a semi and gorrilla Make my songs stronger than the horn of Gideon Truth is the [?]
up in the whip Flipped open the horn like where's my honey dip And bitch fuck ya man tonite, you know my steelo Sizzurp wit the Cristal, the corners playin
the bomb, brother Yo, so let them horns blow (yeah) We're reppin this here because you all asked for it, so yo [Chorus x2: w/ ad libs] [talking behind Chorus
Just to give my horn a blow Thought I heard my true love say Yonder comes my beau [Chorus:] Bile them Cabbage down Turn them hoecakes round The only song
, picker of the fire flowers, spit hot fire like Dylon on Chappelle's skit Yeah, smell it on my unicorn, snort the white horse, but toot my own horn (sleep) [Chorus
it home, I thought I needed a Nia Long. I'm trying to write my wrongs, But it's funny these same wrongs helped me write this song. Now, [Chorus
hear the first song we actually did on "Get Ya Mind Correct" It's called "Weatherman", y'all ain't know I still had this did y'all-haha [Chorus - Paul
brooms the scene Dust you gots not, cause your rooms is clean Trust I knows much cause I blows the horn It's Common Dust y'all, you go on and on Chorus