Tekst :
[Sean Kingston]
JR
Kingston
And I m still in love
Girlicious
Thinkin about you and me,
I don t know what to do
About us baby I m missing you like
Ice on my finger,
Snow in the winter
Ain t got nothin to do but
Cry, cry on my pillow.
Now I already kissed on Bobby,
I already checked on Trent,
I m already done with Tommy,
And I m already through with Brent,
Now I wonder where you went,
Baby I gotta tell you that I m still,
Sill in love.
I m still in love
I m tellin you straight up
Still in love
I can t believe we could break up
I m still in love
Can we get can we get back to it?
Can we get can we get back
Cause
I m still in love
Still in love with you
Thinkin bout your kiss
So long , but the problem is ,
Your lips are long gone.
Baby can we forget about this messin ,
Let s think about the present,
Tired of you stressin
I just want you to be my baby
Once again.
I already thought about Brian,
And I already seen bout James,
And I know you heard about my tryin ,
To rekindle my old flames.
And every time I think I can
I hear something about you
And I m like damn, damn, damn.
Cause I m still in love
I m tellin you straight up
Still in love
I can t believe we could break up
I m still in love
Can we get can we get back to it?
Can we get can we get back
Cause
I m still in love
Still in love with you
[Sean Kingston]
Girl you got my goin crazy
Think about you every day (every day)
The feelings that I have for you baby they will never go away (go away)
Girl I m still in love, no matter what them will say (them will say)
You got my so caught up, so baby just come my way (come my way)
I m trying, I m trying
But I m lying, I m lying cause I m
Crying, I m cryin , I m dying
Without you there s nobody, nobody, nobody
That moves me like you do
I m still in love
I m tellin you straight up
Still in love
I can t believe we could break up
I m still in love
Can we get can we get back to it?
Can we get can we get back
Cause
I m still in love
Still in love with you
Tekst :
No survive
Unborn child
Cut to pieces
Left without a name
Unwanted because of the problems of humanity
Unspeakable crime
Silent war is the name of the game
Millions are dying in actions of death and pain
Misguided mothers make this happen
Sometimes for a financial situation
Or a sexual mistake
[Chorus:]
Massacre of the unborn
Massacre of the unborn
Massacre of the unborn child
Innocent blood cries in vain
Defenseless lives are slaughtered everyday
They should make a law against this insanity
Unborn corpses are growing in extreme quantity
Premature stage
Slowly destroyed by the human race
[Lead]
Tortured by tyrants
Unjustly demise
Infant children are left to die
Just innocent lives they slay
There is no chance to escape
Murdering is the matter of this case
A merciless torture to take
No one will live, because they won t survive
There s infant dying
Can t you see
That they will not have a chance
Of growing up in this life
[Lead]
[Chorus:]
Massacre of the unborn
Massacre of the unborn
Massacre of the unborn child
Tekst :
[Chorus]
All this drinking gon catch up
And all this smoking gon catch up
But some niggaz just really don t give a fuck
But some niggaz just relly don t give a fuck
And all this drinking gon catch up
And all this smoking gon catch up
But some bitches just really don t give a fuck
But some bitches just really don t give a fuck
[Ludacris]
Now let me be quite Frank
Cause I m that crazy nigga Luda
Always got a drink
And I m steady smoking buddah
I do the
Evil that ll bend you when I get you
I mma sit you down
Then take it to the mental and essential and clown
Every chance I get
Bitch I m hit
Not by no bullet or no pellet
But the smoke from the can a beer shit
I might just be too high
Then I put my middle finger up when I m ridin by
And say hi to plenty liquors and I know it s a sin
And if ya tell me stop drinking I ll just do it again
So when I get old I mma rock, roll, shake, and shiver
With some blacked out lungs and a fucked up liver
[Chorus]
[Infamous 2-0]
Ey yo I do this for bluntheads and whinos
Steward Ave. Homes
Niggaz from G-Ro committed to slanging blo
Doublin dough 24-7
Fuck po-po s I m blowin dro out the Ac Legend
Runnin wit 2 strike felons
And I pack 4-4 s like Hank Aaron
Then ll smoke a L
Bust shells
And dare ya to tell
Walk up in the club
Pretty thug
Fucked up off head shots
Sippin Courvousier watchin hoes drop it like it s
hot
Shaking tits and twats
Placing big face 20 s and cock
Loading clips and glocks
Knowing we got the haters hot
The ballin don t stop
Just drop more G s on drink and drugs
Live it up young nigga cause it s gon catch up
[Chorus]
[F.A.T.E.]
Now wit the help of Hen and Coke
I grab my pen and pad and wrote
Something that I knew was dope
And represent for my kinfolk
Pimp a hoe until she broke
Wit mo lines than chopped coke
Ey yo it s 2-0 I m Eastside s King
But I m a writer with a twist of Amaretta
My shit even come out better
Grab a blunt put it together
What a nigga really need
Run up in the club and blow a motherfucker til he
bleed
Could it be an Icehouse put his lights out
Or the club get closed out
If it s hoes out I show out
Call Tyheed get Dro d out
There s no doubt I love my life
Love the light
Love to write
Love the mic
So take a drag
Grab a bag and match up
Hennessey and bad weed
Believe me it catch up
[Chorus]
[F.A.T.E.]
Git it right
Ludacris, F.A.T.E. Fullster, Infamous 2-0, ATL
We are the dirty south s dirtiest. Disturbing the peace.
[White guy]
Hey bring on the bitches!!