t want me Say it on the radio So go on go on go on just play it Come on come on come on, you'll never say it That you don't want me 'Cause you can't
ever did it and got away with it, living a halfway with it In and out like the burgers See the po-po will let'chu walk wherever as long as it's no murder
dime, let alone get a dollar Had to get your hustle on, knew not to ask your mama for it When you got it you couldn't blow it So I saved what I had in
the window girl you know I'm bout ready to go n'I say you lookin' at cha pink top while I ride straight by the bus stop every girl wanna be in your spot damn it
The best jewelers want to make my things I'm so so hot even if there was a change The best jewelers want to make my things Slick on the radio, I say
to put the bass on the 24-track Some said it wouldn't work, some said it wouldn't last In New York, they say that the tempo's too fast You disregarded
] Everybody over there! Get on up! Everybody up there! Get into it! Everybody right there! Get involved! [Verse 1: Brother Marquis] All the people on
to the radio I'm listening to a sad girl sing Sing about how she got her heart broke You were reaching for stars I just want me something natural When
a hit. Can I flip it? I may get wicked as I rip it. To get specific: If the shoe fits, then kick it. It's for the gifted. Pump your fist if you wit it
blow, a lil' bit [Verse 1: 50 Cent] And it's on, up and down she like to ride on top Fast, prayin that the condom pop That's foul, but fuck it it's all
You Are My Bitch Just Don't Ask Question About Ciara And Shit You Saw The Video, You Heard The Radio They Said Its Me And C, You Want It To Be You And