can go On and on On and on with you I wanna go On and on On and on On and on with you I wanna go On and on On and on with you [Verse 2:] Ooo taking your
They shine for everybody else, don't shine for me, no Since you went away Ever since you took your love away from me (Rainbows fade) They fade to black and
(Jon Anderson, Steve Howe, Jonathan Elias) (B-side of 'Lift Me Up'; also a bonus track on European pressing of 'Union') This is a right total
Like weak thieves can't break in your crib And leave and they built like two So we [Incomprehensible] and then I'm straight And they drove by, see my
shit George Bush How we do it? Like this Get crunk, b-b-bent I'd be the big bang and drank drank That's why I got a purple Sprite and y'all ain't I
set her self on fire touch yourself (girl) I'm on fire touch yourself (girl) I'm on fire (man man man) touch yourself (girl) I'm on fire (man man man
good and thick, and once you get it she'll work wit it. Put a face and some cute lips, earing and a tongue and she know what to do wit it. Make a name
it's just you and I The problem is that you're just a b*** I couldn't trust you as far as you can sit and piss Look, b***, I know you got bank You're
and you ain't a B-dawg You actin way too phony, and now you pissin me off Fake gangster who you killed? Fake pimp what you sayin? Yo' album sound fake, and
this cause yin yang twins in this b i itch Lil Jon and the East side boys wit me and we all like to see Ass and tities Now bring yo ass over here hoe and
higher than New York insurance Try to keep shit clean like Florence Moved on up on the East side 'cause I never lost endurance And it's all real niggaz
on corners, when they say and get roasted And the prayer get toasted, 'cause I keep the flame on The face for the game on - leave a stain on anything I puts my name on
'all want my cutlass, now, I just want yo bread Sport a lil platinum B-C and B-B I'm thug nigga and you know this to the B Don't hate the, the playa
clowns get rushed out Q said it's on me so the contract wouldn't con me Ten times harder and twenty shades darker than Jon B. This round I'm a killer
like Jon B As I stop rappers tryin' to copy Alpo, Rich Port and AZ My temperatures one thousand three Look at these big head kids on labels tryin' to
the mix Now a day don't go by I ain't been in a chick Eight on the dope ask Dominican Rich Winning and rich eating on cinnamon grits Grinning and shit
D O double G, East side L.B.C. And I'm bobbin to the beat of my O.G. homeboy Ice Cube And I'm C-walkin' on the motherfuckin' concrete Yo, if you're fucked
