Talking About Love (sms)

Let me rock you, let me roll you Take my hand I will take you to a new start Call the Promised Land Let me love you, let me hold you With all my heart Trust me baby like I trust you I did from the start And each and every day I'm gonna always say Let's talk about love, love, love, love That's all I'm dreaming of Let's talk about love - it's up to you To make your dreams come true Look in my eyes there's a way Don't throw your dreams away You'll never lose keep love alive Baby, then our love survive Let me rock you, let me roll you I'll be close to you We can have a one-way trip To paradise for two There is so much I can give you I'll give all my heart We can always be together Never break apart And each and everyday I'm gonna always say Let's talk about love, love, love, love That's all I'm dreaming of Let's talk about love - it's up to you To make your dreams come true Look in my eyes there is a way Don't throw your dreams away You'll never lose keep love alive Baby, then our love survive Let's talk about love, love, love, love That's all I'm dreaming of Let's talk about love - it's up to you To make your dreams come true Let's talk about love, love, love, love Talk about love (talkin' about) (What you talkin' about, talkin' about) Let's talk about love, love, love, love Talk about love (talkin' about) (What you talkin' about, talkin' about) Let's talk about love, love, love, love

SMS, SMS SMS, SMS You are so far, oh like a star Oh I feel inside, I miss you tonight Do anything to make your mine A lonely night, the stars shine bright I have an idea to have you near Here just by my side Send me a little SMS to my heart Send me a little SMS like I do Oh, baby I will never tear it apart 'Cause my heart is missing you Send me an S, send me an M Send me an SMS to my heart Send me an S, send me an M Send me an SMS and we try a start Hey little girl, it's a lonely world Hear my SOS, babe, I confess Cannot live without your love I'm lost in space, wanna see your face Wherever you be, send some words to me Send a message to my heart Send me a little SMS to my heart Send me a little SMS like I do Oh, baby I will never tear it apart 'Cause my heart is missing you Send me an S, send me an M Send me an SMS to my heart Send me an S, send me an M Send me an SMS and we try a start Send me a little SMS to my heart Send me a little SMS like I do Baby I will never tear it apart 'Cause my heart is missing you Send me an S, send me an M Send me an SMS to my heart Send me an S, send me an M Send me an SMS and we try a start SMS, SMS SMS, SMS

Let me tell you 'bout a girl I know I met her walkin' down a uptown street She's so fine you know I wish she was mine I get shook up every time we meet I'm talkin' 'bout you Nobody but you Yeah, I do mean you I'm just trying to get a message to you Let me tell you 'bout a girl I know I tell you now she looks so good Got so much skills, such a beautiful will She oughta be somewhere in Hollywood I'm talkin' 'bout you Nobody but you Come on, give me a cue So I can get a message to you Let me tell you 'bout a girl I know She's sittin' right here by my side Lovely indeed, that's why I asked if she Promised me someday she would be my bride I'm talkin' 'bout you I do mean you Nobody but you Come on, let me get a message through

They call me dubcuda was the last name Money in my lap doin a buck in the fast lane The passion of a husler I got it And if it aint about money I don't wanna talk about it The passion of a husler I got it And if it aint about money I don't wanna talk about it Now lemme see your fingers in the sky And if you like money keep em up high Stand up put your hands up Show me what you all about Real shit nigga Yeah that's what I'm talkin' bout Getting' it in out of the concrete boots In a coupe a hundred ten Blowin like a flute Fresh off of lockdown Straight out the chute Nigga down for whatever Still all about the loot The property of poverty The looters of youth Now it's denim on the leather While removing the roof The hog on the hog With the "D's" on the Deuce And you can blame it on the alcohol The weed and the juice look. Lolo(?) Starter cap to the left of me You know when I rep a "C" Dub S to the death of me Motherfuckers wasn't respectin' me But im all up in your chest with heat Givin you sideline bitter niggas vasectomies Till I rest in peace Hustle the recipe Your niggas a bitch baby You need to sit next to me Dub Cuda the bandana dangler O T countin dirty money with the hanky up (?) you Shake the (?) off you Comin again please Gimme something to walk too I can't leave see For all of my niggas Who don't wear tight jeans Up they ass needs me Went independent last CD Still sold a shitload of records No radio or TV And Im stickin to the program Chucks on the concrete While the Cadillac door slams The "W" was my star symbol My jams make niggas get down Like barrels out of car windows Im a nut for Cheese and chuck T's Addicted to big butt cheeks an weaves Not a pop artist But I'll pop they heezee A branch of the same tree as Pac & Eazy Bumpin Jam Master Jay & Biggie Iron on the stove Shakin up the starch can Sprayin my Dickies Now who that nigga quick to shoot it Cap at the truest The closest to the streets to do it Me The D Fisher in this rap shit im a vet And a (?) tied around the neezeck Your future baby daddy I might be You aint never been with a nigga like me Baby slide me you number Ill call you later this weekend I can't talk now I'm on my way to rob the weed man Love by a few hated by majurity Im the reason these rappers keep security I go hard kick gears and jump cars Chuckin up the hood Three wheelin in your front yard You niggas is temporary I put faces on obituaries nigga