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The Sound Temperature Drop

way I feel it when it starts So I know when it stops And I only want to live by the heart I'll tell you when the temperature drops It can fall so

, this is what it looks like This is what it sounds, this is what it sounds like Feels soft, wet and creamy Tastes sweeter than honey Exotic sounds '

mob? Find your specialty, let's give this nigga a job Is you ready for jail? Yes and no, but somebody's gonna try to rob We can spar, but you gon' drop, drop

little extreme I'll do what I have to do Bury your jacket in my backyard Carry your picture in my shoe And keep walking till the hurting stops Keep walking till my temperature drops

could not understand Why my temperature would never drop And although she promised with tears That she would always be here I heard truth like the sounding

man pulls the needle Take that as a warning Take heed or I'll quicken the pitch and make you dance faster The drum is the whip, bass line is the master The temperature

Two boxes of detergent and a paint gun And an emergency squirt gun to spray A-1 So one more time for old time?s sake Dre, drop that beat and scratch

I take on every one of you, whut'chu wanna do Don't forget I got this whole club on my side, trippin is dumb'a you Stop, everybody, whuts that sound? It sound

weh inside a yu Lady saw yu knee knock but yu phat mi love di dimple weh yu got All mi temperature rise a inna mi bath a weh it drop