Now its time to sleep, this is my sleepin' song. I hear it in my ears every week, it just goes on and on. Yes, now you close your eyes, a hero you'll
Back it up Right up to me Why don't you try it on for size Back it up Right up to me Never mind the lights Back it up Right up to me Why don't you try
He ain't too stocky but he is ever so cocky, He never cuts his hair, gets all the blame And they call him names. He never seems to care. The bad boy's
You're troubled in your head. Good times have come and gone. Your feet are at your knees and you feel that you've gone wrong. At night you're all alone
Fever in my mind, I had a little bit. Money in my pocket, just a little bit. Gave the doctor what I had. Money only makes me sad. I still got the fever
Grab a fistful of love It can't hurt Grab a fistful of love It can't hurt Grab a fistful of love It can't hurt Grab a fistful of love It can't hurt Grab
Got the world at the tip of my fingers Women in the palm of my hand If life gets much better Better watch out for this man 'Cause I'm a rapper and I'm
wars, that I have lost and won. Yeah, and my friends might as me, what color are these blues? And then I might say, black is their color, black as any
Hyman Naugthon sat down to write a song, with the help of some expensive words, he was comin' right along. He wrote about his troubles, and then he wrote
Got up this morning Got into my car Turned on the motor But it would not start Late for work Feelin' tired Worst of all I got myself fired Lost my job
Movin' makes me thirsty. Hungry deep down Got my heart and soul from the lost and found I'm a high rider baby Say don't need no creed I'm aimed in my
You shake my nerves and you rattle my brain Too much lovin drives a man insane You broke my will but what a thrill Goodness gracious - great balls of
Here's a story 'bout a brave boy A real love pusher Any woman got his lovin' Then he would venture He swore more and more He only needed freedom Told '
I want, I need I need to feel a fertile woman There are many kinds of love that make their homes on this earth but we're gonna take a look at the love
I don't wanna do somethin I'll regret,so hold me long in 10 or 20 years maybe I'll forget the reason we are together, so hold me down there's two ways
CHORUS Yeah they call me yeah Hot n Nasty Yeah they call me uh Mister Fancy Yeah when you ball me Yeah you're hot n nasty Oh when you ball me You're
I need some lovin' your style is so fine I've got to getcha girl and make you mine I see you 'round and you treat me so rude You know you need me girl
Some call life a mystery Where does it come from Where does it lead We can live eternally Cause we've made love Our destiny Just to fall in love We didn
