Bow, bow, bow, bow, bow Bow, bow, bow, bow, bow Bow, bow, bow, bow, bow Hurricane Bow, bow, bow, bow, bow Bow, bow, bow, bow, bow Bum bum bum Bum bum
I watch Your wonders fill the sky Over the mountains, reaching high The same majesty floods my life I stand in awe Lovely, there is none more lovely
In beautiful houses With beautiful gardens And beautiful friends inside And I stand all alone That rain falling down I stare at your window and I cry
Day 1, I stumbled through 'Hello' on 5th Avenue Day 2, we grabbed a bite to eat and talked all afternoon We caught a movie on day 14 And day 67 she said
Guess who's back in town Stompin' around in my old stompin' ground Too much time away, I'm back to stay But I ain't settlin' down Tonight we'll burn
We're a [c]fun lovin? crowd, kinda [f]rowdy and loud, Our [c]jukebox won't play no sad [g]songs, So [c]don't come in here and [f]cry in your beer, Cause
overcoat is worn The pockets are all torn I'm moving away from the pain Tick-tock The clock on the wall No wonder we're losing time Ring, ring The old church bell
bettah Iesha, you know I want you so bad And there's nothing anyone can do To keep me away from you Chris, Mark, Red, Da, Ro Chris, Mark, Red, Da, Ro
or red, we like that fuckin green, papers what I said, Big Moe is up in this bitch and this niggas singin, comin through just like L those bells are ringin
'98 convertible, light blue I'm looking for a fly guy, like you So hurry down the chimney tonight... Verse 6: Salt & Pepa Santa Baby, are you really real? Chris
When you start beff and it get start What cha say? Hell yeah When tha ROC is in tha house What cha? Hell yeah First it was Bleek then it was tha Reff Then it was Chris
you (I run with trouble... trouble) Street runner we crazy with dis one I run... with... trouble [Lil Wayne] And just the other day, my nigga Chris
watching Christmas on TV And wishing you were here with me Merry Christmas from one million miles away Jimmy Stewart, he's with his friends The bells
we ball Like Kobe and Chris Paul For givn' the whack crackas Still sippin' Crystal Wavin' the life line since life's a bitch Y'all raisin' up the skirts of desert bells
then we step to school Step from school Back to interviews then it's on to other dues So, warm it up Chris I said "Ya warm it up Chris" That's what I
Chris, Happy Christmas Hi, Lee Kix here, filling your stocking I play sax But also, I sing at the same time Baffling, eh? Well, it's jingling bells
redder than yours BX where the attic sniffy chalk outline And the clubs they shout mine, shit's about time Chad and Mighty Ha, key the predicate felon When he make bell
party like whoa What's da deal wit it? Ain't no hands in da air unless it's a drink wit it Honeys lovin' 'cus they know I rock da bells in here Thugs