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crazy7arab favorited a video
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Boy let me, let me
Why don't you let me, let me
Boy let me, let me
Let me d...
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Boy let me, let me
Why don't you let me, let me
Boy let me, let me
Let me do those things for you
Boy let me, let me
Why don't you let me, let me
Boy let me, let me
Let me do those things for you
I been watching you from way 'cross the room won't cha come and rock it out with me
You catchin' eyes like you catchin' ties
Over here's where you wanna be
It's so familiar, like we met somewhere before
And I'm tired of waitin' baby while you still obey me
Want me come and whisper in your ear all the things you love to hear
I wanna come play nice with you
Cuz if I get you alone I don't know what I might do
And I think that it's about time
We leave cus boy your my type
You got me so excited
Baby let's go dance away
So let me come and get ya right
Boy let me fill your appetite
Won't you let me know what it is you like
And I'll do those sexy things for you
I'll let you call me beautiful
Let me give it to you once you gon want some more
Boy let me, let me, let me
Let me do those things for you
Boy let me, let me
Why don't you let me, let me
Boy let me, let me
Let me do those things for you
I'm walkin over to you meet me by the door
I'm the girl in the 7 inch heel
I got my keys in my hand
Maybe s's on my arms so guess you know what it is
So act like you know
Cause a girl just wanna have fun
Knock it out the park for me
Need ya to hit a home run boy
Want me come and whisper in your ear all the things you love to hear
I wanna come play nice with you
Cuz if I get you alone I don't know what I might do
And I think that it's about time
We leave cus boy your my type
You got me so excited
Baby let's go dance away
So let me come and get ya right
Boy let me fill your appetite
Won't you let me know what it is you like
And I'll do those sexy things for you
I'll let you call me beautiful
Let me give it to you once you gon want some more
Boy let me, let me, let me
Let me do those things for you
Let too much to talk about it
Not into me boy I doubt it
You are gonna scream and shout it
Make you hot how I move my body
So crazy, so amazing
Catch you up and make you chase it
Let me let me baby
Let me do those things for you
Let me baby, baby (yayaya oohh)
So wont cha let me
So let me come and get ya right
Boy let me fill ya appetite
Won't you let me know what it is you like
And I'll do those sexy things for you
I'll let you call me beautiful
Let me give it to you once you gon want some more
Boy let me, let me, let me
Let me do those things for you
Boy let me, let me
Why don't you let me, let me
Boy let me, let me
Let me do those things for you
Boy let me, let me
Why don't you let me, let me
Boy let me, let me
Let me do those things for you
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crazy7arab favorited a video
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[Label]
{Backround}
Normal Singing
['Sing For The Moment Lyrics]
[Verse #1]
These ideas are nightmares to white parents
Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings
Like whatever they say has no bearing
Its so scary in a house that allows no swearing
To see him walking around with his headphones blaring
Alone in his own zone, cold and he don't care
He's a problem child, what bothers him all comes out
When he talks about his fuckin' dad walkin' out
'Cus he hates him so bad that he blocks him out
If he ever saw him again, he'd probably knock him out
His thoughts are whacked, he's mad so he's talkin' back
Talkin black, brainwashed from rock and rap
He sags his pants, do rags and a stocking cap
His stepfather hit him so he socked him back
And broke his nose, this house is a broken home
There's no control, he just lets his emotions go
[Chorus #1]
{C'mon} Sing with me, {Sing}, sing for the year
{Sing it} Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear {C'mon}
Sing it with me, just for today, maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away...
[Verse #2]
Entertainment is changing, intertwinin' with gangsters
In the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum
Only you're unholy, only have one homie
Only this gun, lonely, 'cus don't anyone know me
But everybody just feels like they can relate
I guess words are a motherfucka, they can be great
Or they can degrate, or even worse, they can teach hate
Its like these kids hang on every single statement we make
Like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum
Now how the fuck did this metamorphosis happen?
From standin' on corners and porches just rappin'
To havin' a fortune, no more kissin' ass
But then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you
Fans turn on you, attorney's all want a turn at you
To get their hands on every dime you have
They want you to lose your mind every time you mad
So they can try to make you out to look like a loose canon
You need to spew, don't hesitate to produce handguns
Thats why these prosecutors wanna convict me
Strictly just to get me off of these streets quickly
But all their kids been listen'n, even religiously
So I'm signing CDs while police fingerprint me
They're for the judges daughter, but his grudge is against me
If I'm such a fuckin' menace, this shit doesn't make sense, Pete
It's all political, if my music is literal and I'm a criminal,
How the fuck can I raise a little girl?
I couldn't, I wouldn't be fit to
You're full of shit too, Guerrera, that was a fist that hit you
[Chorus #2]
{C'mon} Sing with me, {Sing}, sing for the year
{Sing it} Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear {Sing it}
Sing it with me, just for today, maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away...
[Verse #3]
They say music can alter moods and talk to you
Well, can it load a gun for you and cock it too?
Well if it can, then the next time you assault a dude
Just tell the judge it was my fault, and I'll get sued
See what these kids do, is hear about us totin' pistols
And they want to get one, 'cus they think the shit's cool
Not knowin' we're really just protectin' ourselves
We entertainers, of course this shit's affecting our sales
You ignoramus. but music is reflection of self
We just explain it, and then we get our checks in the mail
It's fucked up ain't it, how we can come from practically nothin'
To bein' able to have any fuckin' thing that we wanted
That's why we sing for these kids that don't have a thing
Except for a dream and a fuckin' rap magazine
Who post pinup pictures on their walls all day long
Idolize their favorite rappers and know all their songs
Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in they lives
So they sit and they cry at night, wishing they die
'Till they throw on a rap record, and they sit and they vibe
We're nothing to you, but we're the fuckin' shit in their eyes
That's why we seize the moment, and try to freeze it and own it
Squeeze it and hold it, 'cus we consider these minutes golden
And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone
Just let our spirits live on, through our lyrics that you hear in our songs
And we can
[Chorus #3]
Sing with me, {Sing}, sing for the year
{Sing it}, sing for the laughter, sing for the tear, {C'mon}
Sing it with me, just for today, maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away...
[Chorus #4]
Sing with me, {Sing}, sing for the year
{Sing it}, sing for the laughter, sing for the tear, {C'mon}
Sing it with me, just for today, maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away...
[Instrumental]
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