, is where I come from Believe me when I tell you that you don't want none son A long, hard road for this, latin throne You can catch me in the club in
dick So what you waiting for you shy men? Come join the fly men That'll push like hymens for (diamonds) With perfect timing [Chorus (2x)] [Bun B.]
turf you from? (turf you from) What's you city playboy (what's yo city?) mine 9-4-5-9-1 Vallejo! That's all I yell (that's all I yell) Speakin of yea
Jon Young] No matter what i do its never good enough for you. I keep on tryna please you but i dont need you. If you gone be triping everytime i see you
paper but you'll let my partner sleep with you for free Baby, I thought that you were in love with me But obviously, you're just a groupie See, I got
call Y'all see me I'm a real player, I do this nightly You wanna fight me, 'cause you can't be like me All you hatin' ass suckers in the place You better
I put the fly in your eye like an Ethiopian starving Life the game that you will no longer take any part in You shouldn'ta start em, y'all done done it You
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 we can all skeet
with you, with you I'm out of my mind for love Giving you all just ain't enough What am I supposed to do To get with you, baby Yes other girls have
you bring them back It's not right for me tonight baby How does it feel To know you hurt someone so bad, now baby How do you live with yourself You'
Written by jon b. (1995) Performed by jon b. I know a place Where we can get it on good, baby As far away, baby From the world and all the city lights
Ooh everybody sing, everybody sing Hook When you know that you're alive 'cause you feel so much When you feel you can't survive But you make it anyway
Written by jon b. (1995) Performed by after 7 A thousand words for why I love you Girl, I could go on all night telling you why it'll be true Let's stretch
come up on a hundred G's (How B?) Movin' these fuckin' kees (Where B?) Run 'em in that U.P.T. (And who gone run 'em?) Tha brotha and my B.G. You gotta
you in half The first time'll be your last, 'cuz I'ma blow you in half If you the first nigga that laugh, I'll blow you in half The first nigga to talk
m that nigga that'll spot you, see you in the streets and box you You acting like you a problem, I bet I do something 'bout you Run the South when it
for you So tight, your love is right Keeps me up, girl, all night I love the way you hook me up, girl, will you Always hook you up (You, baby, baby
' head or go inside instead Step to me bourgeoisie? Fancy as Dandy? You get killed, like you was Jon-Bennet Ramsey And some of y'all just plain civilians