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crackin' I'm nasty What's up? Miss Jackson Got some hot candles And a real cold mattress Your body is killin', I'm saying whats up (What's up?) We

what grown ups do. Stop the actin Feel the attraction. What's happnin Let's get this crackin. I'm nasty What's up Miss Jackson. Got some hot candles

I like, but I'ma do what I like tonight I'm gon' get tipsy Over 21, all the girls have fun And watch the ladies jump on me I'm not looking for love '

Bad Boy is back for good now Aiyyo, I'm fresh off the plane Tryin' to get a little bit of stress off my brain M I A, Dom P, palm trees, 9O degrees Arm

be a boss bitch I don't give a fuck what it cost bitch I floss big whips I floss big chains I talk big shit 'Cause I'm of big thangs Now what you

the streets Nigga I'm gettin high, gettin head on the beach Chillin, sittin on about half a million With all my niggaz, all my guns, all my women Next two years, I

I'm tired in jail Even though through the riots I prevailed Enjoyin' my freedom, got two kids as long as I feed 'em I'm here for the fam that's there when I

life What else can I say, dats a hell of a price I don't under 'cause I over stand No time for mistakes so I'm overplayin' I'm in da club like what?

mind gone What you think I'm on? Eyes low, I'm blown High as a motherfucker, there ain't no question 'bout it Niggas say smoke me out, yeah, I really doubt it I'm