I was staring at her Blue eyes She was lying there Naked to the world As I say the strangest things And she turns me on and she turns me off And
the club working your fake id I can show you things that you dream to see Take you off the street get you something to eat I said walk into my eyes
, now let me show you mine Bring the six o'clock news and let me walk 'em in my shoes Through what you call the inner city and what I call the blues
his good shoes Difficult to stop creating can't wait 'Cause they came to see God, then Green tell 'em the good news Isn't it ironic how it feels so good
good shoes Difficult to stop creating can't wait But they came to see God then great tell 'em the good news Isn't it ironic how it feels so good? But
I Got Tha Black One The Grey Ones Da White And Blue Ones Too I Like The Brown One Da Best Cause They Go Da Best With These Gucci Shoes I Got The Orange
the fashion biz And we be doin' them type of thangs, you can't imagine shit She be bitin' and screamin' 'cause she's so passionate Shorty got blue eyes
dance Although we can?t jitterbug as we did then} Do you remember when How long has it been? Nineteen forty five You opened my blue eyes To see a whole
me So I put my hands up I say ?enough is enough, If you walk away, I'll walk away? And he shot me dead I found a liquid cure From my landlocked blues
sadness and the blues But it's funny how I'm still here With the government and yesterday's news I've been here so long Through the sadness and the blues
young Goodness gracious, haters stay on these **** Just like a hood rat chick who was curious Serious, full ****, ready to touch Who's that in the cool blue
I don't smut but stimulation is good I keep the hammer with me, Joey's renovatin' the hood Difference between us, I'm gettin' loot on tours Good shoes
like a hood rat chick who was curious Serious Full breast, ready to touch Who's that in the cool blue back With a blue new rag Givin' head while he poppin
car thief, and a lost shoe Lonliness, laughter, lust, the promise of pain Judas in blue jeans tell me your name Eyes across the room, unspoken Eyes,
? As the headline says you're free to choose There's egg on your face and mud on your shoes On one of these days they're gonna call it the blues Johnny
second wind, then begin again My hood is the ghetto Black magic in the hood, it's tragic but understood Crack addicts, crack windows, crack wood Even what's bad becomes good
begin again My hood is the ghetto (Verse 1: Common) Black magic in the hood, its tragic but understood Crack addicts, crack windows, crack wood Even whats bad becomes good
