Yea Dedicated to the one I love Yea yea OHH woah Ohh wooh Long time mi wa fi tell u boy Say ah u alone mi deal with When the stress of life, it comes
Weeh weeh weeh eh Weeh weeh weeh eh Weeh weeh weeh eh cry on meeee Weeh weeh weeh eh Weeh weeh weeh eh Weeh weeh weeh eh What can I do To understand
{Background} Lets go you know it. Come on,(yo) come on, come on {Nyanda} Brick and Lace (come on) first production. Ya du kno (put em up, *rolling tongue
holdin you down Nd when the shyt blows up imma stick around aint gunna be witcha buh aint gunna stry to wear the crown (boyyy) imma lace you and
Uuuuh... Baby yeah... ladadada Take me back to the place where we were free Didn't have a care in the world you see All that raely matter was you
Ooohoooh Noo Nooo Oooh No No Wait a minute just for a move like you're Let me explain so we don't get confused I don't want you to be taking it too far
Yeah Brick And Lace, Inna De Place Ya Love Is Wicked Wicked Wicked Kill 'um Running around I Can't Get Through My Day (Ya Feel Me) Thoughts Of You Just
[Chorus:] Me Bust A Shot For My Lova (Plow!) Me Bust A Shot For My Love (Plow!) Me Bust A Shot For My Lova (Plow!) Me Bust A Shot For My Love (Plow!) (
Lie lie lie lie Young man, you too lie Yow, you haffi cut it out (Oh I), I never thought anyone could be So conniving as you, it seems You took my heart
:] [Brick/Nyanda:] La la la la longly lay, that's what the kitty say Any time she come fi play, I'm in a stray... [Lace/Nailah:] Picture me on top, I
never never gon get it (never) I might think about it if you treat me like a lady I might think about it and you just might get it [x4] Brick and Lace
[Intro:] It's Brick&Lace and you know popstylie To you again cah yuh know we come irie Mess up de track wid style and fashion Two sistas so we deh pan
[Verse 1:] He's laying in my bed The second time this week I know I'm into trouble cause this man has got me weak I try to tell him no But all I say is
(feat. Cham) Konvict Aw No No No No [Hook:] You Can Pop Ya Collar Thinkin You Gon Get It Touch Me With Cha Dollar Thinkin You Gon Get It Funny, You
Obie Trice) Call me baby, baby {She say} Call me baby, baby {She say} Call me baby, baby {She say} Call me baby, baby {She say} [Chorus: Brick & Lace
I make you back it up tear it up the way you give to me I gotta give up you got the ticket I got the prize Bronze make shake it up Cause your so back