the time you're with me on my mind It's why I stay so cold and ask you please don't go And you were turning out the lights so he could sing to you Because you
time you're with me on my mind It's why I stay so cold and ask you please don't go And you were turning out the lights so he could sing to you Because you
(feat. DJ Plain Ol' Bill) I swear to God if you fuckers fuck this up for the rest of us you will not get any pudding, none! (Do you wanna know why?)
floss You can even ask my dentist Bow be on da other shit All da hoes lovin it Bought two phantom's in one day for the fuck of it Iced out rolly Balling like janobi You
Go Hard) Go Hard I know you like it (Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah) So baby don?t fight it (Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah) (Noooo) ?Cause I know you like it (Yeah Yeah Yeah
? Cause it already sucks, shit it sucks so much I guess you beat me to the punch you cheated on me first (yeah you did) So in the end you'll get the
screen If you only knew how much you mean to A boy like me, a small town boy like me It's somethin', oh, where do I begin? I feel I know you (know you
turn your radio on Play it for your man or your lady all night long It's amazing baby how we let it go On and on for this long You blaming me, I'm blaming
m gonna do it If this is my last chance Girl the things I said I cant believe it But I swear to god I didn't mean it But it takes a lot for me to admit
not there, I swear I didn't mean For it to feel like this Like every inch of me is bruised, bruised And don't fly fast. Oh, pilot can you help me? Can you
the cops [Chorus:] You said it was cool, you was with it Was down when we did it And now you're gon' act a fool I said it was wrong you aint seen it
hood near you (it's... it's...) Or maybe not so near you. [Verse 1: Joe Budden] L-Look, look... First off, I'm not competin', I'm more like stampeding
it you know? You know from time to time shes on my mind you know what I mean? Shes my kind of girl You know every now and then you might find somebody you
so I'm a do me My WATCH SAY TIME TO DO ME. U don't kick it like I kick it, bitch I kick it I'm kinda bruce lee. I'm the shooter behind the shooting I'
gone do better than I'm a do me so-so I'm a do me my wife take time to do me you don't kick it like I kick it bitch I kick it I'm kinda Bruce Lee I'm
fry mustard, hot sauce, light bread, and french fries love for the big guy hit the park boys showin' off their hops Nappy Roots on the radio and you know it
And I ain't neva let you go, let you go And I ain't neva gon' leave you alone, leave you alone And I ain't neva let you go, let you go And I ain't