' to these Yeah, okay Yeah, ooh, ooh, this one's a vivrant thing LB, G.I. one fam, oh, my, bounce with me now Big, dawg, hot, I'm talkin', this gone be
make it clap Just make it clap, ,just make it clap See you a hot little mama it's only right that I holla Love your face, love your smile, love that
in love Then there was you And I don't want to be a player no more Every night in the club tricking with different girl Thought I'd never fall in love
for love I know he'll be there waiting Four hundred girls in the room And I am all he sees It's time I fought for love I know he'll be there waiting
Zora and Rooster under peach tree They K-I-SS-I-N-G Wow, first came he love Now then comes the marriage One baby, two baby, three baby carriage baby
missing your love, love, love I'm missing your love, love, love, love I'm missing your love, love, love, love I'm missing your love, love, love, love
, check your areas your group, your troops These gang killers is real plus they, off the loot Proceedin' to leave a nigga bleedin' They love to fuck up
One of my homies die, eeny meeny mynie moe Blood's pourin' out the naps of your afro It could be you, could be you Could be you, could be your whole
hard, so I do it You got a problem, work through it I love New York night, bright lights and action I love bailin with my Bronx niggas, party crashin I love
the Hustler So come check us out, sex money guns dot com You know smooth man no matter, no matter how much I love a bitch man I could be with a bitch
about my knowledge of hell $2.50 for a book, listen and look, now let's do some Math A gun and a hand, plus an angry man, minus love Equals and me,
Push a button from the mansion, hit you with a hollow tip We two different niggas, I'm servin', he sniffing his And I love that new Bugatti, how that bitch be
Blige] Runaway love(love,love) Runaway love(love,love) Runaway love(love,love) Runaway love(love,love) Runaway love Runaway love Runaway love Runaway love
't one, hit me 99 problems but a bitch ain't one If you havin' girl problems I feel bad for you son I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one, hit me
', they like the way I be leanin' All the rappers be hatin', off the track that I'm makin' But all the hustlers they love it just to see one of us make
[Usher] I aint one to brag, but you done made me hav to get in my bag, ooooh, yep, there it is, there it go, fall in love with these women I barely know
fucking hole through the wall But since they all love us, I need more rubbers And If I don't use rubbers, need more covers Housekeeping, I mean goddamn One time, let it be
and need Baby good love and protection Make me your selection show you the way love's supposed to be Baby you should let me love you, love you, love you, love