One on one I want to play that game tonight One on one I know I want to play that One on one so slow I don't want no one else I want to play with you girl I'm tired of playing on the team It seems I don't get time out anymore What a change if we set the

Oh. All I could do, all I could do was cry. All I could do was cry. I was losing the man that I loved, I heard church bells ringing, I heard a choir singing. I saw my love walk down the aisle. On her finger, he placed a ring, oh, oh. I saw them holding

I got a kindhearted woman, do anything in this world for me I love my baby, my baby don't love me She's a kindhearted woman, she studies evil all the time But these evil-hearted women, man, they will not let me be But I really love that woman, can't

She tell mi she nah let go Me get gyal everywhere mi go Mi seh weh yuh a go do Me seh baby But every king have a queen weh him love though Every man have a wife weh him love though She seh how yuh love woman soh She seh anyhow mi nuh want cool She seh

We should be friends I don't know you well but I know that look On losing sleep and gaining weight On pain and shame and crazy trains Oh, we should be friends If your mind's as cluttered as your kitchen sink If your heart's as empty as your diesel tank

Grog drinking hero, Jack Hinks He's a seafaring sailmaking gamboling capering Oh, Jack Hinks Seafaring sailmaking gamboling capering Ah, when Jack comes ashore He's got money galore And he's seldom cut short of a job He can dress down as well As any can

Mil' in a week I bought a iced out Phillipe (ice) Yeah, playin' for keeps (keeps) Suck a dick gang, she a leech (leech) Came in the game with a key (key) My pockets blew up, Monique (Monique) Ooh, she got that perfect physique (ooh) I'll tape a brick to

Why you want to trip on me Why you want to trip on me Stop trippin' Ooh stop trippin' Yeah stop trippin' Everybody just stop trippin' They say I'm different They don't understand But there's a bigger problem

Je n'peux pas baisser mon froc Je vais faire tomber mon Glock (Tomber mon Glock) Igo, je déploie mes ailes comme un charo Tu vas finir sur le carreau Ces char-clos sont complètement paros Ils sont pas carrés, ils n'ont pas un rond Oh Manu Le Coq, oh Manu

Oh no, oh no, you don't Nothing left within, I've been mined Hell and back again, subterranean I've been digging in down inside I will start again, subterranean What do you know, how low the sky I know damn well you don't Oh no, you don't But the truth