[Verse 1:] Could we get a room on the southside of the ghetto. Could we make sweet love while in the forest or the meadow. Can we get it on get it on
Ooh, ooh, ooh Could we get a room On the south side of the ghetto? Could we make sweet love In the forest or the meadow? Can we get it to get it on Til
Where we stand, Do we share this special thing called love, I know I do, What about you, I just can't get enough of the time... I need you in my life, Where do we
one and the reason we come is to have a little fun cuz [chorus] girls, girls we wanna, we wanna we wanna have fun, have fun girls, girls we need to
sharks get larger Cold money spender and not a money lender Man let a quarter ounce break down in a blender Man it's 'Quipto yo and A. Nickatina It's
the real money A little money never make you hot Just like you can get money Money, you can get got Believe dat, easy like a nine to ya mind On a breezy
And all the lil shit we use to speak about life Having kids, getting married, try to lease a house til we can buy one So we can find one. With a lil room
chorus) Sittin' up in my room Back here thinkin' about you I must confess I'm a mess for you Sittin' up in my room Back here thinkin' about you I'm just a mess with a
goin', they were geared down Even Pops was goin' for a piece of the crown They flaunted, they haunted, they knew what I wanted "We can and you can't"
We won't get no radio play but we probably get some pussy for this. (What you say?) I said we won't get no radio play but we probably get some pussy for
and silk bedspread A mornin massage turnin into a real rough rubdown so I figured I'll lay around They keep me wet with a juice called Tahiti It make the room
nigga if you shy move on Only room for a thug that can hold on Keep me right in the night, early in the morn I need a dog that can buy it if the pressure
a new town Get to the arena, meet up with the crew They tell me all the speakers blew The cordless don't work Sound man's a jerk Somebody's gonna get
in the muthafuckin house All duck MC's get flat, muthfuckas Yeah 1993 And it's still me A rappin brother from L.A., the cool T Diss a brother, hate a
be alright [Mami] OK [G. Luciano] Look, we just gonna go to your house, go get the money You know, we gonna get your backs or whatever And we gonna get
candy I love the turquoise and the silver silk panties Take you on a trip, not the Bahamas, a room in the Marriott A elegant martini with Calvin Klein
peep the single, my man so Santa hit a brotha off and come as quick as you can! [chorus] Santa Baby Just slip a Benzo under the tree for me A '98 convertible
day we met There is no one else I think of more than you Cant seem to forget Cant get you out of my head Guess the verdicts in Im crazy over you How can
