you back again There's no getting over There's no gettin over There's just no getting over you (you)! [LMFAO] We're back Hey hey I cant forget you baby
of a suitcase And your mouth, it smells like hair gel I love you but you don't know how to spell Where can you duck when they shoot you full of pigeon
You eat it and chew it, and then you swallow it And wisdom is what you get from it Try to stop me from gettin mine And you can kiss me where the sun
Kali, it's Killa Kali Buck, buck The killin's on, ain't even safe when you at home Whatever dirt you do gone follow you until you gone So pack ya chrome
trying to fly out to see Jessica Alba in bikini's. Big Smallworld, Ludacris, Steph Ginga. Holla at us when you see us, you want us how i need us. You
tryin to get your instant messaging name But the fact that you hit me back made me smile You must've seen something you like when you was skimming through my profile You
tell you what I wanna do Let me show you that I'm feelin' you Wanna sex, wanna ride with you Wanna taste, wanna put my lips all over you Can't get enough of you
't want you rocking in Paris I will give you karats till you feel youa rabbit Anything in your path if you want you can have Walk through the mall, if you like you
you feelin me burnin in between on fighting temptation Comin over me (comin over me) I can feel the vibration (feel the vibration) Gettin off on me (whoa
up haters I'm executin' all the fakers Lettin' all you cats know I just wanna fuck you Back to ya wifey, it's her job to love you I'm lookin' for my baby
Heroin] Asides from gettin in you, the words will stain you Permanent like ink in epidermis, from tattoo artists to scar this, thought of partnership you
and Kob' Cash to blow, trees lit, glass of mo Various styles, crossin like Darius Miles Lockin it down, the game got me leery to smile Movin too slow, gettin
suedes from afar Pah But hold up, do you know who I are? The M-A-Double, you want trouble you got it the spot is on You blot it I got it then shot it
to hell But you niggaz couldn't borrow a belt Whoever wit you is goin to jail Do you niggaz bust your guns? Oh you ain't bustin none, huh? You wanna
Totally Honest Wit You Right Now. I Think You Know What You Need To Do. Yeah, You Need To Go Back To Him [
at but is that where it's supposed to be? You're gettin' it all over me X-rated CHORUS My, my, baby blue (Yeah I'm thinkin' 'bout you) My, my, baby blue Yeah, you
crashin The radio blastin "Between Me and You" But, you ain't on the low with that freak shit you do Girl I thought you knew (what I do), know I know (what you
new crib, same hand that you hoop with Swing around like you stu-pid, king'a the town, yeah I been that You know I click-clack where you and yor men'
