niggas don't give a fuck within 2G - niggas is just buck From hip-hoppers to gangsta's, sportin' stompers at yompers The mirror has two faces in this
account now i living the fist chance i was given lifer Estribillo you've always been my undercover lover nothing like no other tell me to get em all coz em all my lover
take the blame For the crucifixion of her own domain. I get up, I get down, I get up, I get down. Two million people barely satisfy. Two hundred women
feel my strength returning Everything seems allright When the Night Comes Down A killer who site and waits for anyone When the Night Comes Down The kiss of two lovers
see what I mean? Tiny minded two-tone suckers Same old faces make me shudder Countless times I've screamed 'oh brother!' Where are you? I need someone to be my lover
you found a brand new lover You decided that I'm not your kind So I pulled your name out of my Rolodex And I tore all your pictures in two And I burned
, whatta man, whatta man, whatta mighty good man Whatta man, whatta man, whatta man, whatta mighty good man I wanna take a minute or two and give much
dick So come quick, and wrap ya mouth around my dick just like a glover I tell a ho true nigga, I ain't no lover So skip that lovey-duby, ain't no need
spend each day here waiting for a miracle But it's just you and me going through the mill (climbin' up a hill) [Chorus] This is the long goodbye Somebody tell me why Two lovers
to go back to be giving everything Cause ain?t nothing better than reconsidering the pain Now your heart is bleeding tears They?re falling down your face
guy I'm average looking and I'm average inside I'm an average lover and I live in an average place You wouldn't know me if you met me face to face I
I marvel at the stars and feel my heart overflow Further down the river Further down the river Further down the river Further down the river Two weeks without my lover
the while they keep believing they are special and apart the lovers, the lovers of the heart... the lovers. And when they pair off two by two they feel
personal pan to a meat lovers certified street hustla I like a talka how u rock it cut'n dem nappy head hoes wut smile'n in my face with dem two dirty
until the weather man says One down, gone to waste I think there's still a piece of that smile on your face And I would like it to erase There ain't no two
your lover and friend And homey there he just front and pretend But you don't care the life he leads is unsafe I would never place my hands to your face
of the night Then I return with more lyrics like a bunch of rough niggaz They tough niggaz that snuff niggaz I know the club got enough niggaz To slap your face
? Car games, faces with no names Freeway lovers lanes Car games, silent rendezvous For a mile or two, playing Car games, silent rendezvous For a mile or two
