Ginuwine Lyrics

Ginuwine Lyrics

"Chedda Brings Lyrics"

My Brain Lyrics
My whole brain was out of tune (x2) I don't know how to tune a brain do you Went into a brain shop They said they'd have to rebuild the whole head I said well do what you got to do When I got my brain back Didn't work right Didn't have as many

[Chorus]
I Was ready to change the game
you forfeited my love and still livin' the same
I felt like I was just wanted for the fame
It's a bit silly to think i would look again
'cause you have lost this nigga and a damn good friend
I thought you sick arround but you couldn't stay
I was lookin forward to those betta thangs
I guess it's just the problems that the chedda brings
Just the problems that chedda brings

[Verse 1]
Thought i finaly found my soul sista
Convinced i had it all, fell in lov
Motion Sickness Lyrics
There is nothing for which I am responsible. Just this baggage that I keep carrying on as if I had someone. OK, maybe there is a woman somewhere who's still thinking of me or a girl with coal black hair who's haunted in her dreams. But what th
e qucker
Been goin through it all this time
And now i'm so sick of...your games
I'm so sick of your games
Girl, you're fuckin' with tha wrong nigga
Must be out your mind or on some strong liquor
How could i stay wit cha you right after neighborhood's been wit cha
I can't
You've already had your chance spendin, all my benjamins

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
She was a San Francisco gold digga
And she knew how to put a hole in a nigga pocket for the cold figgas
Chain you up and whip you take your polo
Lover's Lane Lyrics
Broadway really ain't quite the same Since you and I found Lover's Lane. Standing on the corner Fourth and Main Dreaming of you, way downtown in Lover's Lane. The sun is down the moon is bright Lover's want to stroll all night. Way downtown i
oid pictures
Oops, blackmail when she get annoyed wit cha
Oooh, she the type to do her thing
Type to lock you down, for half of the estate
From arround the way
So fellas beware of the fuckin' game
She'll ruin your name and empty all the savings just the same

[Chorus]

[Verse 3- Jose]
Jose had this biddy testin her game
Usin' her black gold
thats what I guess she gets out my pockets
Chains like a lasso
It's past dough she's after my G's
Plus my reality
I max though payin her rent a
Everybody's Working For The Weak Lyrics
Strapped into the dent of a desk Sick of all the pressure invested in pretense I shuffle out to the deck Where all the smokers sound off One witness sighs in distress Her sour face reflected in metal Pulling from a pocket I up and ask And a
d now she mad at me
Is that so
Sayin' well jose you bout to blow
Doin' songs wit Ginuwine, Sole, and little mo
Im' like
What you talkin'
I don't know G and he don't know me
And you been talkin' sideways a little often
Thats why when my thing softens
I start to loose interest
A gold digga wit a fetish for riches
So bear witness
She the difference 'tween women and chickens skeazas and sistas
'cause the chedda brings change in the game
We talkin figgas

[Chorus 2x till fade]