Words I have to say may well be simple But they're true Until you give your love There's nothing more that we can do Love is the opening door Love is
to tell me about your love life I can see it in your eyes you like the thug type, his & her bikes Diamonds in the rough? right! Love the crushed ice? love to puff la? love
yo put your hands up y'all it's love in here It ain't shit but a thug affair I'm at the bar spendin' thug money Hustle much huh They say I love money
audience loves me. And I love the audience and they love me for loving them. And I love them for loving me. And we jus to love each other. That's because
do shows and split ends like blow dried hair Hold up Joe stop the song (What) Field Mob the answer to the question What if Big and Pac woulda got along? Put us on whoever song
Wash, rinse, repeat You love this song (everybody can do it) This song is the most amazing song that you have ever heard (it's easy) (Anybody can do it, and I mean anybody) This song
same old sign If my tears for you are a thunderstorm my love is the sweet sunshine You can't run far enough to ever quite outrun my love I know who you
grey wold where nobody sings Isaw the face of a human doll Her eyes were glass and her hair was gold From her sweet soft lipsYou could hear that song
it hot New ting drop it like bomb (Boom!) Roll it like drum and Boom! Baby grab on pan an man Yuh whining pattan a numba one Like Kelly song Agen, drop
to you, ohh We'll listen To our favorite R&B songs Ooh Can we get right to it I wanna hear it, won't you Play my love songs Play Hot Like Fire Play
and (split ends) like (blow dried hair) Hold up... Joe stop the song (what) Field Mob the answer to the question "What if BIG & Pac woulda got along?" Put us on whoever song
This is Bullit with my Ryda dog Full Clip and we be ridin and ridin and ridin and check this out, we don't, oh shit here comes Sweet Daddy Coconut... [Sweet
things And baby I like you (heh, he likes you) I can remember the first time i made sweet, sweet love (making love to you) It was to a shimmering Rainbow Trout (making love
french is Vule Vuvu Che Avey Gua Bitches! [R. Kelly:] Hi nice to meet ya Its Kells the freaker Mr. 'Bump-and-Grind', Mr. 'Song-of-the-Weeker' R
to tell me about your love life I can see it in your eyes you like the thug type, His & Her bikes Diamonds in the rough? Right! Love the crushed ice? Love to puff la? Love
throw your hands up y'all it's just love in here It ain't shit but a thug affair I'm at the bar spendin' thug money Cop so much huh, they say I love money
