this trance It might take everything It might take more this is the only thing worth giving your life for some die for this I?ve seen it first hand some die for
do it, let's do it, let's do it And do it and do it, let's live it up And do it and do it and do it, do it, do it Let's do it, let's do it, let's do it
love is my drug Your love your love your love Stop callin' Stop callin' I don't wanna think anymore I got my head and my heart on the dancefloor Stop callin' Stop
how the 88 sound I'm gonna take you to my crib for a lil' night cap But then the slap, ghetto clown Tap, tap, tap to the pretty little gal Pump and burn to Knicca Pump and
and sit across my lap there some things you need to know i got that g-good lovin have you buggin in the zone better have you goin crazy i dont think you ready for
salt Stop playin', bitch, I got this game on dead bolt Mind so sharp, I fuck around and cut my head off Real nigga all day and tomorrow But these motherfuckers
you finish, sorry bro, this road we end it Won't give you the satisfaction of me giving you the business Yeah, I guess, life is a bitch, ain't it, TIP? And this one thinks
like it Dont you understand? All the good things Need some effort and take some time Gotta work on my seduction if you wanna get it on But if you think
So tasty, my treat Ms. Chocolate, let me get a little piece I'm cuckoo for cocoa So good, I want me some mo' I'm caught up, I need to stop it God damn
expect no help Now I could've either just sat on my ass And pissed and moaned Or take this situation in which I'm placed in And get up and get my own
it's easier Lost and useless No more bruises I'll burn this place down Don't make no sound September won't you bring Me some rain again? This sun is
And then it goes back and then it goes back And then it goes back, aho, aho, aho Uh, well, alright, how come when the media stops covering And there
they got nothing on you, baby Nothing on you, baby Yeah, and that's just how we do it And I'ma let this ride B.o.B and Bruno Mars
happened?) They run around actin' like the black don't care eat And you know what? For some strange reason (What? Uhh) I want this medication full of deranged eatin' For
me and my man's and them We gon' blast off Bad Boy nigga, and we don't stop Come on to the top, blast off Yeah, yo Aiyyo, I take it up top for my peeps
me Livin the scripture the picture they painted for me Rippin it runnin and gunnin and aimin for me Yo.. (yeah, uhh, yeah) I guess you niggaz told me right and
sweetest massage Picture having ice and only wanna speak to God Picture your dreams being shattered and your cream being lavished At the same time, tell me what you think
and right out the other Heard that fake thug shit, brotha I don't mean to brag, never never hate You ain't got the bank that it takes to stop this Ha
