it caressing my face And I fell asleep and dreamed I dreamed I was in a Hollywood movie And that I was the star of the movie This really blew my mind
let you walk in but yo you gotta be quick I gotta go, and the shit you spittin nigga, better be slick He started gettin busy, I was noddin my head Then
gonna be Roxie I'm gonna be a celebrity That means somebody everyone knows They're gonna recognize my eyes My hair, my teeth, my boobs, my nose From just
A hidden meridian Where Midian may be... In black antlered glades Encunted in this forest Goddess She whispers My name I buck under flames Animal nitrates Howling through my
A hidden meridian Where Midian may be In black antlered glades Encunted in this forest Goddess She whispers My name I buck under flames Animal nitrates Howling through my
bonita So riggedy-rub-a-dub I got the lip to make ya flip Bustin heads with erik sherman and my man parish smith Kiggedy-kiss my grits, check the jingle
kid that get coke like sosa Never turned down chocha, be in the costa Rica, sippin margaritas wit a mami Cleanin my tommy, showin love to my army
blast you, tryna out the flames, what're you, firemen? You'll catch a hell of a back draft 'Cause my fire retirin', aight then It's my, survival instinct that keeps my head
the kid that get coke like Sosa Never turned down chocha be in the Costa Rica, sippin' margaritas with a mami Cleanin' my Tommy, showin' love to my army
You stole my heart away Somehow you helped restore my faith And something I thought wasn't for me Now comes so easily Because I love you You're the flame that sets my
My gun blast you, tryna out the flames, what're you, firemen? You'll catch a hell of a backdraft cause my fire retirin, aight then [DMX] Its my, survival instinct that keeps my head
love you hook You're the flame that sets my soul on fire that special girl I prayed for every night that pretty melody that plays over and over again in my head
But if I go mad no one will no it I won't let it be seen 'Cause I don't want you to be sad for me Be happy, don't cry Listening...some megaphone pressed
's my hope i'm your holy ghost Your angel of mercy I'll keep you dirty Be kind to be cruel So break every rule Be cruel to the kind and you'll take every
's mad slow Thinkin', should I go to the club scene And do what? And bag a rub-a-dub queen Another thing, beyond the cream, I wanted to get ripped Put my lips
started to pop, I feel something hot I think I got hit, my jacket is ripped Loaded my last clip then broke out quick and checked the chick She on my back
be my start RICHARD T No more carrying spears MARY I'll be discovered my life won't ever be the same Billy Wilder will know my name and he'll call