your side I need your love I want you every way And I need your love Can't help this feeling I need your love I want you every way I need your love
knowing how I be banging And every sheet that I get All the heat I be packin; And I show it off With all this money you know where I'm heading And I'
like an animal I like the rock'n rolll, the funk, the jazz and hip-hop Suckers get loud, I drop em I like ( ? ) I'm Bronx Bob, bring the beats and I'
, hey, hey, hey (All night) I dreamed in Kansas City I got saved in Boston last night I drove straight through to Malibu where I never looked back If ever I need
need is never all that hard to find Tell me baby what's your story, where do you come from And where you wanna go this time? You're so lovely, are you
I never knew a love so strong So many hot girls, I need your warm The taste of your mouth, girl I need your warm Good food and love, I need your warm
us about the girl who caught your eye It was after school and I was feeling cool 'Til I saw that girl and I started to drool So I thought to myself,
know I love you I'm talkin' to you baby I'm talkin' to you sucker I love you I love you I have a special phone number where you can call me so that I
Verse 1: uhh i got a girlfriend and a mistriss 7 chevys in my driveway im so hood rich before i leave the town this what i told my bitch, i bought that
for your daughters And your lottery tickets Love it or leave it, I'm like this Even if we don't look back again I love my life, bitches Even if we don
for your daughters, and your lottery tickets. Love it or leave it. I'm like this" Even if we don't look back again "I love my life. Bitches." Even
your boobs on the dollar I see you out there dancing Looks like you need romancing You're my American girl, American girl You know I wanna hold you
here sweetie I'm gonna fucking tie your shit in a knot And tap that shit Know what I am saying? Cause I love me some skins I ain't going nothing about it I
Killin is another high I hope your girl get AIDS, your brother crash and dash Or your mother die, and your sister is a topless dancer No answer, glaucoma, and your
you make me wet just by looking at your smile? I know I don't even have a bed to fuck in But let me make a phone call, I'll have one in a while I don
lots of room You can sell your paintings out on the sidewalk But a cafe where I hope that I'll be workin' soon Please come to Boston I said, "No, won
