through the night Listen to me, baby Hear ev'ry word I say No one could love you the way I do 'Cause they don't know how to love you my way You give
it will be yours And I know that you Really like it too I know what you like babe I know how to make you ooh baby You don't have to cry ever again
is deep blue They're three things that I got on my list You qualify, you my Miss, I count 'em down like this Number one you got to be real Don't lie
, don't cry, tomorrow brings better days Let me dry your eyes an' take your burden away Only once in a lifetime, touch my soul, go slow Baby boo, don't
rap Hewey, the rap Malcolm, the rap Martin Don't worry I'm a finish what we started And everybody who wanna scream Pac's name You don't make a difference
supposed to be positive when i don't see shit positive, you know what i'm sayin? i rapp about shit around me, shit i see, you know what i'm sayin? and
rumor Know how I get down Let my man's do it, he gots to right to it Known Jay come through the door, still like they "Who this?" Don't got beef, but
One nut and I'm out Ain't tryin' to stick around, let a nigga catch me out of bound Don't give a fuck about a rumor Know how I get down Let my man's
I'm just B.M.E., I'm just B.M.E. This yo' boy, Lil' Jon, right? B.M.E. click A lot of y'all niggaz be talkin' 'bout Air Force Ones an' shit A lot of
, b-b-bent Sixteen, I'ma give it to you raw Take it to your ass, slap you clean 'cross the jaw Where they at? We want some See I don't think y'all really
T.I. (c'mon) Do you know why, I don't fuck with nobody? (yeah) The same shit, that fucked up John Gotti (yeah) These niggaz watch me, but they don'
It's alright, I'm patient, man I know how to play my position I know how to play my part I know how to play these bitches I know how to play with they
blow crip but reall there's is no differecne cause they're both green and sticky I don't mean to be picky but Jon, tell your boys from the Eastside to
in this somma bitch Hot Atlanta! The Bay Area! Y'all niggaz don't want no noise (noise!) with Lil' Jon & The Eastside Boys (Boys!) Y'all niggaz don't
' to you I was down with you so I couldn't stand it Don't try to lie, don't try to cry Ain't nothing more for us to talk about Like Unk said take two
the club they krunk, it's $hort and Twista And I know the ladies know we love to cut I can tell it when they Whisper they say See the ballin' niggaz
better call police And y'all know y'all don't want that beef I'm tryna G-Mack look at all these freaks Besides, the dance floor look sweet So like Lil' Jon
and it don't Love don't always work Love ain't all it seems It feels good but it stings Love hurts and it don't Some people will tell you It's the best