Walking around at midnight Looking for my marking stone Walking around at midnight baby Looking for my marking stone I was born-out this way I was born
the chrome wheels at the bottom, white leather inside When them flames be spittin' at you tell 'em don't even try it To shot it wit Chelle and kick it wit Kelly
gonna change, long as I got Dr. Dre on my team I'll get away with murder I'm like O.J . he's like my cochran today We keep them Mark Freman tapes in
end that my son's all right Yo, and to all my fallen soldiers, that's no longer here I C U When I Get There I reminisce on the R. Kelly +I Wish+ Yo, right
Kelly was a blackjack dealer Living on the Gulf of Mexico Kelly had a taste for guns and pills He was looking for a mark to roll Sarah was a Kappa from
and support, we love y'all To all the players who made this possible thank you very much Yeah and the check's in the mail To Kelly Vargas for steppin
patience and support, we love ya'll To all the players who made this possible Thank you very much yeah, the check's in the mail To Kelly Vargas for
about peace [unverified] But they ain't ready for the planet Marky Mark be talkin' that slang But he don't even understand it Yea, I said, Marky Mark
I got a bad attitude Verse 1: I spit that slick shit like K-Y Jelly Out for the mail like Melly I'm fucking you tonight before R-Kelly My bitches dance
, to revive me Huh, every other day when I'm feelin grimy Proud to be home, rock diamonds grown If you don't believe ask Lil' Jerome I did songs with Keith Sweat to R. Kelly
Kelly was a Blackjack dealer Living on the Gulf of Mexico Kelly had a taste for guns and pills He was looking for a mark to roll Sara was a Kappa from
song by my man gene kelly I'm sing-ing-ing-ing in the rain ain ain (repeat 7x) Ah ah ah ah ah Now it's the universal languange that the biz mark is
man getting killed. When I get used to - just come to talk [Velma Kelly] Hey, mama. Come here. [Roxie Hart] Velma Kelly? You're the Velma Kelly? You
fuck her to death (Shaggy 2Dope) Now tell me Do you love me? Or do you love me not? (not?) Well kiss my ass the red eye marks the spot Tell me how ya
do you love me, or do you love me not? Naww? Well kiss my ass, the red dot marks the spot Tell me, how you be behind my back and
not to ride in Patty's Hearse And stay out of Charles' Manson Took Abraham's Lincoln through the Todd Bridges expansion Willis Reid s a map that marks
big enouph to get my Benz straight and ima need a O dog and i aint talkin bout no Lorenze Tate an OG tol me to mark it wit da block he been around since
(traditional, arrangement by steve rothery, mark kelly, pete trawavas, michael pointer & fish) For me and my true-love will never walk again on the bonnie
