angel voices O night divine, O night when Christ was born O night divine, O holy night O holy night, O holy night O holy night, O holy night O holy
of fact, gimme 15 minutes and a bag of bud I bet I bust, I bet I bust I bet I bust, I bet I, I bet I I bet I bust, I bet I bust Matter of fact, gimme
I'd still miss you baby and I don't want to miss a thing I don't wanna miss one smile, I don't wanna miss one kiss I just wanna be with you, right here
Lord, come down and help us out Send us an angel, help us out S.O.S, help us out Lookin' all the round and I'm watchin' the world People killin', people
and the bed is, I, I Bathroom is, O, O and the kitchen is, U, U When I get home, you and I alone A, A, I, I, O, O, U, U
what to do, I wanna be with you I know I messed it up before, but I'm gon' change Oh baby, I was so untrue, I'll make it up to you I know I messed it
yeah But I'm just so addicted to you I'm-a try but I can't (Oh) 'Cuz you're all I'm trynna do Baby I know Guess I'm changin' out the door (Oh, can't
name I love to hear I love to sing its worth It sounds like music in my ear The sweetest name on Earth O how I love Jesus O how I love Jesus O how I
E. L.O., L.O., L.O. (I'm talkin' 'bout) L.O., L.O., L.O., L.O.V.E. L.O., L.O., L.O., L.O., L.O. (I'm talkin' 'bout love!) Say you'll be my girls for
I never do anything else For the rest of my life I'm gonna hold somebody I'm gonna look in someone's eyes 'Til I'm so overcome that I cry I'm gonna love
the's time (time) 'Cause I'm a trill nigga (bitch), I get down for mine (mine) I get down for mine (mine), I get down for mine (mine) 'Cause I'm a trill
floor if you a true rider and a And a G and a G, I'm a G, I'm a G I'm a G, I'm a G, I'm a G, I'm a G Now guess who stepped through the motherfucking
three Brother, ain't no other in the nation I'm born from my mother but I'm God's creation I'm outstanding I'm outstanding 'Cause now I'm outstanding
got Keith Murray from the Def Squad up in here so, you know what I'm sayin', check it out never question who I am, black I slam jams with Redman, Erick Sermon, and the Shaq I
you I smoke-smoke the mic-mic, I Chech and Chong you You don't like Shaq, frankly I don't give a damn I know I got skillz man, I know I got skillz man
when I speak But I can't spell away this hurt that's dripping down my cheeks Our D-I-V-O-R-C-E becomes final today... I wish that we could stop this D-I-V-O
Our D-I-V-O-R-C-E becomes final today Me and little J-O-E will be going away I love you both And this will be pure H-E double L for me Oh, I wish that
