Teksty:
Hour Of Not Quite Rain

In the hour of not quite rain When the fog was fingertip high The moon hung suspended In a singular sky Deeply and beyond seeing Not wishing to intrude

not quite kidd'n and theres something you aint seeing like I block your vision like my Remy with no juice, you a lot like Bishop hundred k in 22 hours

quite perfect that nonchalance Paris and champagne with one brown sugar cube And we danced while the band played, 'She's not there' Kissed me in the rain

not for rap* *Just for just for hip hop and not for rap* *Just for just for hip hop and not for rap* *Just for just for hip hop and not for rap*

've never had the pleasure It never rains in sunny Southern California homeboy Never ever cross the wrong homeboy's path and expect to get the last laugh Nuh-huh, not

even taken all her things inside All except for Cain and Abel And the hunchback of Notre Dame Everyone is makin' love Or else expecting rain And the

THAT CAFFIENE HABIT AND QUIT STEPPIN? OVER ALL MY WINTER CLOTHES AND PICK EM? UP OFF THE FLOOR STOP BY BOBBY HENDONS, PAY HIM BACK THAT TWENTY BUCKS IT?S JUST A LITTLE THING, IT MAY NOT

car And street niggaz run this shit We only like gangsta broads If you wanna see gangsta shit Then push me a lil too far Cause street niggaz might not quite

one's in pain But either way girl, i'm glad you came And if the elements and irrelevance I strain Hair's wet, who cares if it's sweat or rain As long