this is understood Chorus 1: Baby Make my body go Crazy Make me lose control Baby Make my body go Oh Oh Oh Verse 2: I don't need you to pay my car note
remember what you read Just forget what the others have said get it through your head, use your brain before you go to bed And it takes only one sperm cell to make
my body could be disintegrated and it hurts to hold my madness. Destiny, feel disgrace. I'm the one that's fallen. I'm the one in pain. I'm the
ain’t nobody gonna help me but my goddamn self I do for my self,make moves for my self Cuz ain’t nobody gonna help me but my goddamn self I walk by myself
go I just yelled geronimo and jumped out the window just my luck we were in a snow storm and all I had was my underwear on to keep my warm and to top
And he likes the way my hick-hop sounds And the way the crowd screams when I stomp the ground I'm big and black, clickety-clack And I make the train jump
for some underground mix show My hearts in my pen every time I begin Sometimes my lyrics go crazy and I just can't control em my friend I try to edit
crawled on my hands and knees For three full days Draggin' along my big leather suitcase And my garment bag And my tenor saxophone And my 12-pound bowlin' ball And my
that is mine CHORUS 3. Inhabit My Heart © Vigoda 1993 Dedicated to the memory of Joan Collier I cannot go where you're going Still I'll be where you are Take my
my daddy died all of my niggaz came to the church And thanks for comin', I'm still stressed out over the death When I take my breath and puff my cigarette
off the dizznik, and up off my voice me and my boyz give us a choice how could you ever tell Sony that I was the only one was making noise ain
take me up with this thang and go, Promise you would stop, voices in your wallet keep callin' you to say come on. I say hey little mama, go make you
a switch blade Life is what you make it, I'm make it in dope My dog died in tail cell, shakin' from rope It's only one way out the game, and I suggest
'll just hold my ground this time, I mean It's my magazine, isn't it? So I was thinking that as the snowflakes fell And I heard those voices having
my mind state, Big Poppa' flow is lethal, That weed make my ass wanna kill four people, Fuck the game, gimme the dame and the Range (Uh huh) My niggas
shit, slaughter, straight to camcorder I'm 'Too Hot for TV', rap draw water My windpipe's attached to project ballers You yell, "Turn the heat down" My voice
friend, I know you're coming back again, Now one of us is got me caught up, Overrating your body, baby You know that I've got my routine, You're my queen, My
