(My skin is tan like the front of your hand) And my hair Well my hair's alright whatever way I want to fix it It's alright it's fine But my hips, these
it now an i can hear it now i can hear it now i can hear it now and i can hear it now i can hear it now i can hear it now i can hear it now i can hear
head out of the VIP I'm lookin good and I can feel that all eyes are on me It's time to show them how we do it on the floor So while the DJ play my
you, thank you, thank you Please hold your applause For I just applied logic Keys keys open doors Now I'm balcony, Opera, Black Tux, Binocula Black luxe, Stop it
Rhymes How ya feel? Party people, how ya feel? Let me know if everything remains real! Word up! Tell me how ya feel! I feel good tonight, talk to me
my skin is tan like the front of your hand) (And my hair...) (Well my hair's alright whatever way I want to fix it, it's alright it's fine) (But my hips
a ride (yeah) (Doin' it all right) Jump on board feel the high 'Cause the kids are alright I'm gonna give it all of my loving It's gonna take up all
the tears on your lips We always forgive and forget, It's funny how we feel no regret Cats and dogs in black and white Picking a fight, we're feeling alright
Jesus Christ it was such a surpise I was in love with one look in her eyes Before she said one word, before I heard her story It didn't matter, I was
with mad feelings And even though mami was mad appealing Body revealing and big wheeling This shit is illin, I don't like it Fuck it, I can't fight it
lotta situations made it hotter Homie but we gotta live it gotta follow Give it then I get it, spit it make it proper It's alright, plus my mic sound nice Flip it
on our shoulders and we feel alright Good in the hood It's good in the hood Good in the hood I got something good inside of me Good in the hood It's good
junkie Yo' nose kinda runny You feel like a mummy Yo' car gets a crummy But mine's gettin' phatter Yo' lips gettin' black a To me it don't matter Ya pay
a ride (yeah) (Doin' it all right) Jump on board feel the high 'Cause the kids are alright I'm gonna give it all of my loving It's gonna take up all of
her pretty lips I felt it all slip away through my fingertips And I'm driving a stolen car through a pitch-black night I keep telling myself everything's gonna be alright