The Price of Love

"I run it because he ain't really have nothing like said again," says Frank White. "We can't afford a club night but champagne tastes, money is Bud Light", the rapper adds. 'You in the wrong room, shucking and jiving get you cold cold,' writes Black Thought's Tervin Campbell. "'Cause every king suffer to be heading And seven, daily sins, better preach reverend I sever limbs with this sweet weapon' reads another song by African-American musician Rickins Rambo.