you at, where you at, where you at? Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back You the truth, you the one You're a star, yes you are The way you dress
] You know you are so sweet, every time I page you You be tryin to page me back but I know you don't know the number But call me back boo uh...(message
crush It doesn't mean much to anybody else But when I see you around it's enough To make my heart jump out of myself I saw you at the mall and I froze You
for shit Got escape doors like Capone Whit chick your dick on my clip Forty-fives and nives Three-eighties and automatics Sniveling, coming through for you when your boys
for takin off Pile up the bird then swerve, conversate on smoke and submerge Finger on the trigger, cons-templatin on a murder I mean, takin life for
the boys and all them lil girls.. you ain't shit! Ja Rule you sucka ass.. you ain't shit! You little Bitin ass 2Pac.. you ain't shit! You tryin to tell
Give me your love And I'll give you the perfect lovesong With a divine Beatles bassline And a big old Beach Boys sound I'll match you pound for pound
in front of me, Kiss my girl so softly, As I head out to the beach, Just living for the summer, Cause the good times never stop, You know I'm thankful for
is broke It's broke from you, but still it beats for you And all I ever wanted was you to tell your friends that you were part of me And that you might
Thug, Young Dro, Clipse and Ja Rule) Uh huh Jones Dipset Birdgang b*tch You know what it is When you see me two twelvin' you homie You f**k n*ggas keep
, T.I. & many others) [Jim Jones Intro] Uh huh... Jones, Dipset... Byrdgang, bitch You know what it is When you see me two twelvin you homie You bitch
Dre I saved hip hop Uh huh Jones Dipset Birdgang bitch You know what it is When you see me two twelvin' you homie You fuck niggas keep triple ninin',
Slim Thug, Young Dro, Clipse and Ja Rule) Uh huh Jones Dipset Birdgang b*tch You know what it is When you see me two twelvin' you homie You f**k n*ggas
do you even care that yo boy is still alive? (uhh) Ain't seen you since '83, hello to you to (damn) Guess I was unimportant, and you had to do you Sad
will he survive? Night of the iguana The jasmine is so mercilessly sweet Night of the iguana Can you hear the castanets? It's the widow and her lover-boys Down on the beach
money to me, and for that small percentage you know what I'll do? I'll turn that you into a brand new you. I mean a brand new doo, some brand new shoes
boys break their necks trying to creep a little sneak peek at us You could travel the world But nothing comes close to the golden coast Once you party
my eyes? You think it's for you? You think you read minds? You better watch where you're putting those hands, You better stop if you're making more