brother In time (in time) In time my brother In time (in time) In time my brother In time (in time) I said In time my brother In time In time my brother
house you!) We won't say much on this no now Cause I'm not quite sure that you know how But keep on dancin', (Keep on dancing!) Baby on not clockin
tell him pack grab a gat right now get on the floor I'll wait Shake that a-- a little more my way But baby I don't dance not that I can't there's a
colors until the crayon gets dull in her hand While she colors her big brother, her mother and dad Ain't no tellin' what really goes on in her little
Whoop, whoop, whoop Back Not a single bit Not a bit Taste it Face it, yeah Face it, yeah, yeah If you really got it You ride it and go Whoop, whoop If
we continue on our mission to get some poonanie The girl we just met is not worth the money She's just hot and ready to serve Three cool swell brothers
little high belongs to me) Top rhyming's how we're coming with the loop Sip it down (A little high belongs to you) A dab of this, dab of that, not too
Around and get her feelings hurt She ain't ? from your ? ? ? ? She'll only flex with a brother that can handle it, a And I don't care if she's a little
get her feelings hurt She ain't [unverified] from your [unverified] She'll only flex with a brother that can handle it, a And I don't care if she's a little
I break I'm strapped from the balls that's what I use to do Smoking a joint or two little rob getting a little blaze Welcome to my concrete base, enough
So tell him, pack, grab a gat right now get on the floor I'll wait Shake that ass a little more my way But baby, I don't dance, not that I can't, there
[Queen Latifah] You asked I came so behold the Queen Let's add a little sense to the scene I'm living positive not out here knocked up But the lines
you if he hits ya This is my notice to the door, I'm not taking it no more I'm not your personal whore, that's not what I'm here for And nothing good gonna come to ya til you do right by me Brother
bring me to the rhythm Of which is now systematically given Desperately stressing I'm the daughter of a sister Who's the mother of a brother who's the brother
money, start your own business And you true Africans, will have put hundreds to work This is our future right here, this our future right here For this little
an empty bottle of rum Although she's been gone long, I do not miss my mother And he's a sorry fuck, so there's nothin' in the cupboard My little brother
die, Ottoman Long gone through I've got to say, irritably and Floors, hard enough to put on, per day's MD in our district There was not really enough
through will not stand a chance From Roosevelt to Freeport to Hempstead to Uniondale Comin deep from the depths of hell I'm dead serious, even though you see me smilin Rough enough