They Don't Know How You Make Me Feel And They Don't Know What You Do To Me Just Nobody Has To Know, Nobody Has To Know Look, They Don't Really Know
They Don't Know How You Make Me Feel And They Don't Know What You Do To Me Just Nobody Has To Know, Nobody Has To Know Look, They Don't Really Know '
Gotta Give It To You Straight Like A Bar Shot Cuz The Streets Don't Play Fair (Huh) Niggas Mad Cuz You Got More Rides Than The State Fair Terrified I Can't Lie Boy
better place [Royce Da 5'9"] Let me set it straight, they fans been led astray Niggaz keep gassin with guns with unleaded spray They don't know they
is nutritious (Delicious ha ha ha) Yep, then you went and kissed her like it don't matter She went and swallowed my baby batter You sick! I know you
tried to reason with him, he wasn't with it He said, "Tenga-shanko" that meant "Forget it" He said, "Gunga-shang-tang-da-bong-da-boo" That meant "Tonight we're having fresh prince
, gimme your loot, your Mac-11 then shoot Your game ain't sweet, John Paul peeps Shouldn't compete, if you can't wet it, forget it Don't sweat it, I bet
Its just me and you baby we dont need the lights Im like the doctor baby, I make you feel better Light skin corn rows it don't get better The president
on da ground My fingas 2 da judge If da money don't move Then I won't budge (Won't budge) No I won't budge, no Lord Money iz da motivation Facin' da
da bed, Crunchy behind da couch Wit da mother fucking shit we talkin' about Thug'd out, drugged out, already Get 'em in they mother fucking sleep
drop the mic Its just me and you baby we dont need the lights Im like the doctor baby, I make you feel better Light skin corn rows it don't get better
won't say I'm the best til the stats arrive At all these a-list parties you fratranize Where you can't wear hats inside only slacks and ties Bu you don't
him the prince, He rep two up, two down, Anyone i know get used to me, I'm far the man that i used to be, And i don't ever really kick game, And
flip da scrip Your scrip got flippedFrom NANA to Bulo ,Now you niggas know That we don't take no shit and how Booya flow On and on wit da bomb style flowRepresentin
niggaz don't know you nigga! Yadidimean! You ain't M.O.B. nigga! You ain't no real blood, you fuckin' basketball nigga! Yadidimean! (Chorus #2 2x) I know
dreams though Don't get offended No niggaz, no bitches It's fantasy man Don't get mad 'cause you got a bad bitch Oh Boy! [Dreams of fuckin' an industry
chances My head 2 da sky My feet on da ground My fingas 2 da judge if da money don't move And I won't budge Won't budge No I won't budge no Nall [Verse
these a-list parties you fratranize Where you can't wear hats inside only slacks and ties Bu you don't never act surprised You just hold it down for your boy
