's just Stokie, mama (Stokie's Stokie) And one by one each woman he kiss (He kiss her and she gon' fall in love) Stokie's just Stokie, you know? (Stokie's
on 'em, yes, I flash on 'em Yeah, I know, that's the way you like it, huh? Yeah, that's the way you love me, hon' It's alive, it's alive, rounds cured
wit it then it's on) Yeah, so see you tonight All the while I'm hopin' she would inhale So I could be like Michael Jackson and enjoy myself 'cause (
's a slave to the rhythm of She's a slave to the rhythm She's a slave to the rhythm of The rhythm of love, the rhythm of love She dances for the man
Written and Composed by Michael Jackson. Produced by Michael Jackson. Somebody killed little Susie The girl with the tune, Who sings in the daytime at
up with the uzis All I know is the streets And how to strap up When it's time shoot it Cock yo' heaters Tie up yo' bags It's time to do it Blaze the
. Diddy alias I'ma 'Puff' See how we rippin' up tickets that police be writin' us Do like Michael Jackson's complexion Mr. and lighten up Ladies love it
'm a fucking fall off ya so wrong, it's fifty If the gun spark I'll hear all of the shots go off It's fifty, they say it's fifty See a nigga layed out
ass is some smoke 'Cause rich folks, we buy boats And you's a bum broke liar that's for sure {Dear Lord Almighty I know when It's our time to go, it's
men It's the Midwest y'all, we aimin' at all y'all We the ball til we fall or it's nothin' at all So just warm up the water, cause we Blink like Trotter
draw / Draw bridge / Bridge the gap / Gap teeth / Teeth marks / Marxist / Sister Act II / Too much love / Love handles / Love handles itself / It's selfish
oh-my-oh-my there's no lie I love you girl, love you girl Love you sweet pie Yeaheahhhahhhhh Do you love me? Do you love me like this? (Do you love
gun spark I'll hear all of the shots go off It's 50, they say it's 50 See a nigga layed out wit his fuckin' top blown off It's 50, man that wasn't 50
'm a fuckin' fall off ya so wrong (It's Fifty) If the gun spark I'll hear all of the shots go off It's fifty, they say it's fifty See a nigga layed out
degrees to enemies That already tricked em and made em fall victim Mmmmm, mmmmm, mmmmm, just look at them What we need is peace and love and more love
fall Out the car, trying to crawl with one arm About to lose it all in a pool of alcohol If my funeral's tomorrow, wonder if they would even call when
ya'll and I remain to stand tall Can't fall, son'll restore like Michael Jackson off the wall Singin' life ain't so bad at all When ya livin' it we
ants y'all and I remain to stand tall Can't fall, son'll restore like michael jackson off the wall Singin' life ain't so bad at all When ya livin' it