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Sugar (Gimme Some) (Trick Daddy)

"Sugar (Gimme Some)"
(feat. Cee-Lo, Ludacris)

[Cee-Lo] Uh huh
[T-Dubl] Yeah
[Cee-Lo] Aw man I got a sweet tooth, can you dig it
[T-Dubl] After this one you gon need a root canal then
[Cee-Lo] I love sugar all of it
[T-Dubl] This one for all the clean, decent women
[Cee-Lo] Lay it on me girl
[T-Dubl] Pay Close Attention

[Hook: Cee-Lo]
She put that sugar on my tongue
Shes gonna
Gimme gimme some
She put it right there on my tongue (Skeet Skeet)
Right there on my tongue (She turns me on, like no other)

[Trick Daddy]
And gimme some of your butter pecan
Put it right there on tip of my tongue, hold it
Right jeeeah
Cuz baby, if I bite you
I bet you like it
French Vanilla's a hell of a flavor for me
With strawberries, two cherries and whipped cream
The best things are the wet dreams

And uh, the rest is just a flick without a scene
Or lee, I speak the truth
Cuz the blacker the berry
The sweeter the juice
Cuz, Florida oranges and Georgia peaches
When they nice and ripe, they the best for eatin'
Southern boys we crave for old slice of pie after they main course
So if you game for it
I came for it
I got a thing for ya
That I can't ignore

[Hook - 2X]

[Ludacris]
She put that sugar on my tongue, tongue
Yippie Yippie, Yum Yum
Goodie goodie gum drop
Put me in a tongue lock
Did it till my body went numb, numb
Laid her on her back, back
Turned her round, gave her bottom a smack, smack
She's a woman from the block with the best of weed
But I won't stop till I'm pullin out tracks, tracks
It was lust at first sight
And she couldn't help sayin that she wanted to get with me
And my size was just right
Cuz she wanted a man with a little sec-ur-ity
Said I been around the world twice
And my name ring bells from Atlanta to Sic-i-ly
Said she wanted it all night
So put the bubbles in the tub and Ludacris in me

[Hook - 2X]

Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeeeah Yeeeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah

[Trick Daddy]
Sweetie you look so incredible
So delicious and so damn edible
All I need is some honey or syrup
With a lil' butter to rub down all your curves
And no need for the lemonade
Just a twist of lime and some gKool-Aid
Can I call you Caramel?
Cuz I'm bout to go coo-coo to taste your Coco Puffs
One bowl ought to fill me up
But that milk gotta be cold enough
So supper time that'll hold me up
I might choke myself if I don't slow it up, but
Honey, you look like a honeydew melon
Or strawberry with the whipped cream filling
Of the top part of the peach cobbler
But uh, the fruit platter ought to do me better

[Hook - 2X]

Whatever U Wanna Call It (Juelz Santana)

feat. Hell Rell

[Intro]
Uh-ohhhh!
Cold cold time again baby
I'm back in the, back in the, back in the building
Juelz Santana (Aye!)
Dip Set bitch
I need all my soldiers and my block men to stand up for me
It's 'bout that time you know

[Chorus]
My hood, my city, my side
Whatever you wanna call it nigga I ride
My town, my car, my block
Whatever you wanna call it nigga I rock
My state, my strip, my ave
Whatever you wanna call it nigga I'm bad
My building, my porch, my stue
Whatever you wanna call it nigga I'm loose

[Juelz Santana]
Straight for paper
Paper chaser
Gangsta gangsta
Gangsta gangsta
I know my block is a crazy zoo
But it got me crazy glued (stuck)
I got to make these moves
So I hustle the hardest (drugs)
I got no team
Just a connect and a couple of partners
I keep my street niggaz, my street niggaz (yup)
I keep my cheese niggaz, my cheese niggaz (Yup)
I keep my beef niggaz, my beef niggaz (yup)
I keep my weed niggaz, my weed niggaz
Keep business business, keep pleasure pleasure
And I never mix it, ever ever
Yeah the code of the street
Eyes open don't sleep
(whoop-whoop-whoop-whoop)
There go the police
That's why you catch me moving through dolo
Moving through solo, steel weapon, steel weapon

[Chorus]

[Hell Rell]
Niggaz always catch the bodies in the hood (yup)
Straight shootin up the party in the hood (uh-uh)

Mafia ties, I'm like Gotti in the hood
Tellin hoopty on the black Maserati through the hood
Rememeber when we used to play karate in the hood (remember)
Now my rims look like ninja stars
Nigga I've been the star (I ain't have shit)
I remember when I didn't have shit to bar
Now I can lean you a couple of clips
You hungry homey you can eat a couple of clips
Come to my strip, you gon see niggaz G'd up cuz
We slangers (slangers)
Gang bangers (east-side)
And when it comes to squaley we stranges, plus
I keep my thug niggaz, my thug niggaz
I keep my blood niggaz, my blood niggaz
Spend it all I ain't no cheap**nigga
I'm always gonna ride this I'm a weed sack nigga, YUP!

[Chorus]

[Juelz Santana]
I represent mine to the fullest (oh yeah)
I represent the grind to the fullest (oh yeah)
I represent scar time, bar time, hard times
Yeah, hard times to the fullest (oh yeah)
We need to have a million man march again
We need to have a million man march up in
The white house start a million man argument
Like Bush why a million man starving in?
My city, my town, my hood
Whatever you wanna call it nigga what's good
We riders, we rollers, we survivors, we soldiers
We don't crack under pressure
We relax under pressure
Most of all, we don't rap under pressure
We bang, and we pitch this crack
'Till the cops shut us down or waste respect

[Chorus] - repeat to fade

Fatima's Hand (Outlandish)

(feat. Majid)

Fatima is 21
And around here - when your 21
You gotta start thinking about getting a man
Getting a son - getting it done
Just like her mom when she was 21
But even though Fatima's not ready for it
She not gonna say some
She feels she gotta do this for the parents
Cause they've been on her for the last 5 years
A lotta men from motherland
Came up here hoping she say yeah
But she ain't down
Wants somebody that can make her feel alive
Chill every time she wanna cry
The one in a million type of guy
But her mom keeps telling her
"Compromise, this ain't no fairy tale, my child
Do not waste your time
You'll regret you didn't say yes to this guy"
Everyday is the same
Like a battlefield
She gets the blame
Bringing shame on the family name
Just cause the streets be babbling
Like a Bedouin in a desert storm
She lays low from all their songs
Try to make'em understand
But it's like talking to the wall
Her desire's burning to change her ill state
It's strange - for the first time
In a long time - she sees the light in the end

[Chorus:]
She brings the pain within your brain
Y'all don't really wanna understand her thang
Boo be really strong enough to maintain
Thru your bullshit
It ain't nothing but pain
But she knows in the name
Of Fatima's hand
She don't go wrong
In the name of Fatima's hand
She will move on
Hey hoping everything will be alright!!!

[Majid:]
I see tears in everybody's eyes
But I don't understand why
Mama standing in the kitchen
Preparing dinner while she cries
As the pain spreads inside
Cause something that's going on
Denial of my first question
Second time got no respond
To lose some one that
Had always been there
She always had my back
And she always did care
So with these lines right here
I wanna explain how much I love you
No matter what you do
I will forever stay true
Until this day
Can't nobody tear us apart
10 years is past
But you are still living in my heart
Truly no poetry can explain
How much I miss ya
No matter where you are
You will always be my sister

[Chorus...]

Con la mano de Fatima
sobre su alma encantadora
su camino es protegido
no importa cual escoga
y ella fue escogida
para verla y admirarla
en sus ojos tiene un algo
impecable es su retrato
y cada vez que pasa
lo duro se ablandese
la noche se agrandese
lo malo desvanece
no la olvidaran, la esperaran
al otro lado de esta vida
su amor alumbrara, su voz les cantara
en las memorias hay momentos de pasion
afecto y comprension, retratos y recuerdos
dando vuelta en las fantasias
su aura es alegria
lleva la mano de Fatima

[Chorus:]

Push It To The Limit (Necro)

feat. Jamey Jasta

[Necro]
We'll push it to the limit like a tourniquet crushin' your cranium
Mushin' you, murder you, burnin' you to a crisp live on uranium
Maintainin' sins like Iranians holdin' grenade pins
Blazin' your skin, stomp you with a whole parade of Timbs
Put a gemstar to your flesh pa, the emperor
Of demented sentences with a temper, your mentor
Demonic like Skeletor, Destro, 'Deceps'
Criminal corrupted culprits'll beat you to death
Keep your head up or you'll get your head cut off
Your whole life shut off with a knife, wipe the blood off
My perspective is respect this or expect
To be left With a neck full of stitched up imperfections
'Cause you bitched up, in retrospective your collective
Woulda switched up if you knew what a bunch of sick **s
We are when we get hectic too late, drama, we all up in it
Go all out, push it to the limit

[Chorus 2X: Jamey Jasta]
Push it to the Limit, walk along the razor's edge
Don't look down, just keep your head up till you're finished
Up and up the limit, past the point of no return
Reach the top, but you gotta learn how to keep it

[Necro]
Attack you like an evil gargoyle with swords
Burn you like radiation, leave you a charbroiled corpse
We represent every satanic element, I'm malevolent
Murder you, you're gettin' sent to where the Devil went
If I'm wrong you could be dead right
When you pass you'll be forgotten 'cause I'm rotten like the website

We get ogrish, poisonous like a cobra's kiss
Demonic, like when the last day in October hits
You're miserable, livin' trapped in your bed
You should be clapped in your head 'cause you'd be happier dead
You little pussies get choked to death with a Cotex
You're dying little by little, every second, go check your Rolex
You're not living forever, I'll bet you
How much you wanna put up? For the right price somebody'll dead you
No cushion for lyrics, mushin' you if you're timid
Extreme rap, explicit, we push it to the limit

[Chorus]

[Necro]
You tremble from the brutality
Make you resemble George A. Romero character in reality
Bring your big posse
You'll be a bunch of fertilized faggots, like Versace and Liberace
Get killed in a building, smashing you like Zildjian
cymbals, buckin' you like Brazilian children
Write your will out to your attorney
After a weekend at Bernie's you'll be deceased, dead on a gurney
I rip the beat like the contours of your flesh stripped
As you stare, pump gore, it's a trip
Can't think about food with bullets buried in your belly
But notice bloody flesh looks like blueberry jelly
You're repulsively corrosive
Your mother taught you not to get involved with explosives
Skull opened like Iron Maiden Eddy, kaput, finished
Wanted excitement, you died for it, you pushed it to the limit

The Last Supper (Pastor Troy)

(feat. DSGB)

They got they hands clappin [14x]

[Verse 1: Lil' Pete]

The Last Supper, the last hustla's, the last bad muthaers
We killing you suckas undercover
Brothers, and other niggas that's gone run up
Run in the chamber muthaers getting burnt up
Cause you done ed up
You shouldn't of ed wit dis
Go out to kill yo kids, and now we splittin' wigs
It's DSGB, you know we psychopath
We killing everybody, a Georgia bloodbath
And if we come, go get the timebomb
I'm like a thunderstorm, I'm screaming "Red Rum"
Until you dead, because I'm pumping lead
Directly at yo head, nigga we gotta eat
Just make my meal complete, a leg or a feet
And I'm gone eat you up cause I don't give a
The Last Supper

[Hook: Pastor Troy]

The last niggas, the last supper
The last bad muthaers, the last hustla's
I asked the Lord to reveal the last niggas to me
And he told me its DSGB

The last, the last niggas, the last supper
The last bad muthaers, the last hustla's
I asked the Lord to reveal the last niggas to me
And he told me its DSGB

[Verse 2: Blackoutt]

This is the last supper not the daily bread
And so to any interruptions we choppin heads
We choppin' legs lettin 'em marinate
And I'ma hustla in this game I pull is penetrate
Eliminate, bitch niggas buy the 12 pack
I walk wit Outbacks and tilt my fitted hat
I asked God to reveal the real me
My vision was kind of blury but appeared an O.G., O.G.
And Lord have mercy on me on me
And Lord have mercy on DSGB
We riding on niggas until the day we die
And when we die, we still gone ride
So how bout piercing till these muthaers bleed
I'm choppin' 'em down to they mutha knees
The Last Supper

[Hook: Pastor Troy]

The last niggas, the last supper
The last bad muthaers, the last hustla's
I asked the Lord to reveal the last niggas to me
And he told me its DSGB

The last, the last niggas, the last supper
The last bad muthaers, the last hustla's
I asked the Lord to reveal the last niggas to me
And he told me its DSGB

They got they hands clappin' [4x]

[Verse 3: Pinhead]

This is The Last Supper, break bread with real niggas
We choppin heads, ain't scared to kill niggas
For real nigga, slow it down and we'll be fine
You can have my blood, drank up cause it is wine
Your soul is mine, you pursuing my wicked thoughts
And the way you move and the slick shit that you talk
DSGB, come in and have a seat
See all this food, sit down and let's eat
And you will see better days they shall come
And if they don't get yo gun and drop bombs
The Last Supper

[Hook: Pastor Troy]

The last niggas, the last supper
The last bad muthaers, the last hustla's
I asked the Lord to reveal the last niggas to me
And he told me its DSGB

The last, the last niggas, the last supper
The last bad muthaers, the last hustla's
I asked the Lord to reveal the last niggas to me
And he told me its DSGB

They got they hands clappin' (uh-huh) [4x]

[Verse 4: Pastor Troy]

My body the bread, my blood the wine
Pastor Troy and "My niggas is the grind"
Ain't got no time for no fake muthaers
Bitch say ya grace, this the last supper
We hustla's nigga, I'm the mutha boss
Fresh out the womb till they nail me to the cross
Done took a lost, so you know my mindframe
"What the that muthaer name?"
On everythang I ever loved reppin thugs
DSGB you may drink of the blood
Now haters, just admit my perfection
And keep yo Smith & Wesson
It is my resurrection

Famous And Dandy (Like Amos 'n' Andy) (Disposable Heroes Of Hiphoprisy)

[Chorus:]
What will we do to become famous and dandy
just like Amos 'n' Andy
(2x)
It's quite a spectacle
to see us land in
waste receptacles
as if we've planned it
We're never skeptical
when we get branded
Then disrespectful
cause we feel abandoned
The height of mediocrity
is the challenge
Crawling through the entrails
of imbalance
We learn to like to be the heroes
We learn to lie to the brand name negroes
We learn to laugh to avoid being angry
We learn to kill and learn to go hungry
We learn not to feel, for protection
and we learn to flaunt when we get an erection
[Chorus:]
What will we do to become famous and dandy,
just like Amos 'n' Andy
(2x)
We're born believing we're greater than circumstance
Infinitely stronger than chance
As our first breath is handed
We taste the double standard
the need to wear the mask
And with society's nurturing
The psychic plastic surgery
begins to take effect
As our souls watch astouned
Our characters flounder
duplicitous identity
Diction and contradiction
have become the skills
of assimilation
Razor honed to perfection
From the moment of creation
It's gone from identity crisis
To survival slingshot to rifle
Sin to revival
Try to get looked at
but not poked in the eyeball
Warned of our impurities
Afraid of insecurities
Real life experts of the artificial
Athletes and entertainers
have become the minstrels
on commercials
[Chorus:]
What will we do to become famous and dandy,
just like Amos 'n' Andy
(2x)
On screen or off we can be rented
to perform any feat
And we reflect the images presented
by the media's elite
Positive or negative attention
is viewed as success
U.S.D.A. African American Beef
is seen as progress
We never ask ourselves
too many questions
too much thruth in introspection
Maintain the regimentation
and avoid self-degradation
We act out all the stereotypes
Try to use them as decoy
and we become shining examles
of the system we set out to destroy
Cause even in the most radical groups
you will find
that when you stray from the doctrine
you'll see hard times
[Chorus:]
What will we do to become famous and dandy,
just like Amos 'n' Andy
(2x)
Being kicked in the mouth
or smiling with no teeth
They're both choices, yes
but it's impossible to eat
Uneducated, underdeveloped
Undisciplined but mostly unaware
We join the flavor of the month club
We swallow the flavor of the month
Well holding our crotch
was the flavor of the month
Bitch this Bitch that
was the flavor of the month
Being a thug
was the flavor of the month
Then no to drugs
was the flavor of the month
Kangol
was the flavor of the month
Rope gold
was the flavor of the month
Adidas shoes
was the flavor of the month
Then bashing Jews
was the flavor of the month
Gentrification
was the flavor of the month
Isolation
was the flavor of the month
My pockets are so empty I can feel my testicles
cause I spent all my money on some plastic African necklaces
and I still don't know what the colors mean...
RED, BLACK AND GREEN
[Chorus:]
What will we do to become famous and dandy,
just like Amos 'n' Andy
(4x)

I Be Damn (Pastor Troy)

(feat. DSGB)

Cause I be damn (what) [3x]

[Lil Pete]
Cause I be damn
If my niggas don't be riding them vogues
Cause I be damn
If my niggas don't be pimping them hoes
Cause I be damn
If my niggas don't be burning that dro
Cause I be damn (say what) [2x]
Cause I be damn
If DSGB ain't ready for war
Cause I be damn
If I don't have that tek 9 in my car
Cause I be damn
If Lil' Pete ain't gone shine bright like a star
Cause I be damn (say what) [2x]
Cause I be damn
If them niggas run up and they don't get done
Cause I be damn
If my pot don't blaze hot like the sun
Cause I be damn
If you don't know you done ed with the one
Cause I be damn (say what) [2x]
Cause I be damn
If them boys don't be keeping it hot
Cause I be damn
If them boys don't be busting them glocks
Cause I be damn
If them boys don't be cranking the spot
Cause I be damn (say what) [2x]
Cause I be damn
If my niggas won't shut down the club
Cause I be damn
If my niggas don't be pumping them slugs
Cause I be damn
If my niggas don't be selling them drugs
Cause I be damn
Cause I be damn (say what)

Cause I be damn [16x]

[Pinhead]
Cause I be damn if a nigga won't
Damn if a nigga will
Damn if I won't get my glock out and shoot to kill
Damn if I'm gonna miss
Damn if I'm getting bitched
Damn if you gonna play me out like I'm new to this
Damn if it ain't a hit
Damn if this ain't the song
That you realize that them Georgia boys dropping bombs
Damn if I ain't gone ride in the Benz getting high
Damn if I ain't in the back loading up a 45
Damn when it's time to blaze
To the hood getting paid
Damn when my niggas busting shops full of that gunplay
Damn when I see a hoe, got to let that bitch know
That I'm rolling dro in that mother optimo
Damn when I'm gonna leave with your bitch smoking weed
Got them hoes in the club steady jocking me

Cause I be damn [12x]

[Blackoutt]
Cause I be damn
If my niggas don't be riding on dubs
Cause I be damn
If DSGB don't be throwing it up
Cause I be damn
If you swerving through my block with a mug
Cause I be damn [3x]
If I let them coppers catch me in traffic
And I be damn
If I let them ers stop me from rapping
Cause I be damn
If run across, this shit gone get drastic
Cause I be damn [3x]
If I let this nigga ride wit me
Get high wit me, your chicken headgirl wanna get
right beside me
Cause I be damn if I let that bitch ride for free
Cause I be damn if I let these demons dwell wit me
Cause I be damn if I let these s bury me
And give a if they murder me CAUSE I BE DAMN!!

Cause I be damn [17x]

It's Going Down (Blackalicious)

feat. Lateef the Truthspeaker, Keke Wyatt
[Chorus - Keke Wyatt]
Sit back, close your eyes
Peep back, got you open wide
I'll let you get a taste of me
It's going down in mystery
Sit back, close your eyes
Peep back, got you open wide
I'll let you get a taste of me
It's going down in mystery

[Gift of Gab]
Well it's the microphone ripper, party-rockin Gift of Gab
I hit the scene, lift you on my beam
And send you through my high plains
Mind-train shiftin through your migraines
Spit with that I hit with patterns get you twisted sideways

[Lateef the Truth Speaker]
And I'm the head honcho, sport golden tonsils
Inventin new styles all the time like pronto!
Four by four, runnin over suckers like a Bronco
Haters say the lyrics ain't Gonzo but they wrong though

[Gift of Gab]
We walking up and locking up the game and sparking up the flame
You're not gone' be the same when our flow reach your brain
It's 'bout to bust

[Lateef the Truth Speaker]
Not your crush, show up at our show in a tacky dress
Sparking us, talking 'bout your prowess but we're not impressed

[Gift of Gab]
Checkmate, populous crush, monstrous plush
Rhymes that just thrust onto your buck buck
Just rush

[Lateef the Truth Speaker]
Just rushin' like the Nile River, power we deliver
See it's (going down in mystery)

[Chorus x 2]

[Keke Wyatt]
You know, I know, you know, I know
(It's going down in mystery)

[Gift of Gab] (Lateef)

(Gift of Gab won't you learn 'em and assure 'em)
(That the fire that you spit'll burn 'em)
Burning up the track and turning up the action
(Murder one attack him)
Serving what you're rapping
Urban gutter anthems
(Certain of the fact)
Curtains for the wack
Searching for the knack
(You're pervin' off the fatness)
Fury of the rather early mornings after
(Worldly like disasters)
Purely just the baddest, the chief clamp down on 'em
(Like a vice on a melon squeezing tight on your temples)
Feel the bass (as the wind blows)
In your face (and your mental) hear the taste
Instrumentals even break down on you like this
(We surpass your previous standards) drastically
(Mastering bass), setting nights so bright
(Beneath the skylight)
And days (and weeks) and months (go by)
And years (and decades) and we still so fly
(While the others are just fly by night)
And not tight (we keep writing)
Like scribes (but we tight) and so wise (c'mon)

[Gab & Lateef Together]
The rhyme historian exploring everything that we got
And even more so we exploring everything that they not
These are the glory days for lyricisits, forever we plot
Wait wait wait wait hold on a second bring it back (we plot x 4,
c'mon)
The rhyme historian exploring everything that we got
And even more so we exploring everything that they not
These are the glory days of lyricisits, forever we plot
(It's going down in mystery)

[Chorus x 2]

It's Goin Down (X-ecutioners feat. Mike Shinoda)

I knew I was being threatened
Do you think it's worth holding out?
I mean I've heard some pretty ugly things about those guys
Ugly stories

Watch them flee
Watch them flee
Rap up
Watch them flee
Hip-Hop hits
And you do it like this

It's going down
The rhythm projects round the next sound
Reflects the complex hybrid dialect now
Detect the mesh of many elements compressed down
The melting pot of a super-future X-style
The combination of a vocal caress
With lungs that gasp for breath
From emotional stress
With special effects
And a distorted collage
Carefully lodged between beats of rhythmic barrage

Pre-Chorus:
It's going down
The logical progression on a the timeline
The separation narrowed down to a fine line
To blur the edges so they blend together properly
Take you on an audible odyssey
Now it's going down
A logical progression on the timeline
The separation narrowed down to a fine line
To blur the edges so they blend together properly
Take u on a an audible odyssey
Now it's going down

Chorus:
Put put put it up
It said it goes like this
And you do it like this
It's going down
Put put it up
It said it go- go- goes like this
And you do it like this
Its going down

Once again it is
Composed sentences all together venomous
The four elements of natural force
Projected daily through the sound of the source
Everybody on board with this blend
The sword with the pen
The mightiest is the weapons
Swinging right from the chin
The elevate of mental states
Long gone with the wind
To defend men for shoddy imitation pretends
It's going down
Stalence emulation readily
Trekking through the weaponry
Of the pure pedigree
Cleverly seeing through whatever is ahead of me
Whatever the weather be
We invent the steadily
It's going down to sub-terrestrial high
I rhyme regiment that's calling the shots
Execution of collaborative plots
Ready to bring the separation of style to a stop

Pre Chorus:
It's going down
A logical progression on a the timeline
The separation narrowed down to a fine line
To blur the edges so they blend together properly
Take you on an audible odyssey
Now, it's going down

Chorus:
Put put put it up
It said it goes like this
And you do it like this
It's going down
Put put it up
It said it goes like this
And you do it like this

It's going down
X-men bout to blast of world wide
Yo it's request only
X- men bout to blast of world wide
It's built from scratch
Album in stores soon
Bout to blast off world wide
And you do it like this

It's going down
Put put put it up
It said it goes like this
And you do it like this
It's going down
Put put it up
It said it goes like this
And you do it like this
It's going down
Like this...

When In Love (Mc Lyte)

[only vocal parts feat. MC Lyte are shown]

When in Love (3X)

When in love you might cuss and fuss and fight
But at the end of the night everything is alright
Drips of tears turn into drops of sweat
It'll only get as wet as I let it baby
I love hard I've done some effed up things
from kicking them in the Nerfs to throwin away his ring
So if you love me love me and stay with me
But you can walk if your plan is to play me
I'm not embarassed, nor am I ashamed
To say once in the past, I've been gamed
But that was then, and this is now
And there's no way damn it, there's no how
Although you gotta go through the good and the bad
Pray to the one up above it's not a fad
You'll do some crazy things when in love
Those in love know what I'm speakin of

When in Love

When in love you do things that are strange
Look back and say, "I must have been deranged!"
I'm talkin like pickin your lover's nose
cooking his food and washing his clothes
And if you thought that was goin too far
What about givin him the keys to your car?
You could be partyin and havin a ball
but you stop and check your messages to see if he called
How about sittin in the house all night
waitin for the phone to ring -- that ain't right!
But you do it anyway cause you love him to death
And if he was dyin, you'd give your last breath
You gotta go through the good and the bad
Pray to the one up above it's not a fad
You'll do some crazy things when in love
Those in love know what I'm speakin of

When in Love (2X)

When in love you go out your way to please him
Wait outside his job, hope that you see him
And guys buy girls some serious things
like two-seater cars and diamond rings
I know what happens, she got you strung
Guess it doesn't matter long as you're having fun
Love'll make you do some crazy things
Meet a married man and then have a fling
Like Babyface said, "Love makes things happen"
It's most important, to hear what I'm rappin
Someone in love better take your time
Cause love sometimes make one commit crimes
Although you gotta go through the good and the bad
Pray to the one up above it's not a fad
You'll do some crazy things when in love
Those in love know what I'm speakin of

When in Love (6X)

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