hurry. 50 candles burn bright. And all is right, as our bodies unite. Take our time, do it right Give me your hand touch me right here. Oh so good want it more and more. Each moment your fingers
shells but I don’t walk wit a limp . In the hood, in L. A. they sayin, “50 you hot” . They like me, I want them to love me like they love Pac . But holla in New York them niggaz’ll tell ya, I’m loco . And