I can't stop drinking about you No one's gonna love you like I do I gotta numb the pain Without you I ain't the same So pour a shot in my glass and I'll forget forever! (Wow oh) So pour a shot in my glass 'cause it makes everything better! (Wow oh) I

I love it when you cry The tears bring out your eyes Hit it from the back do me like that There's something to say 'Bout feeling no pain It's sexy when you're joking of It shows that you're alive Uh, the tears bring out your eyes Feels like you're a

Nigga for real, for real My niggas is real, for real I'm in the field for real I'm 'bout my check for real I'm 'bout my respect for real I'm shining from ear to ear My diamonds are crystal clear Roll with the paper, see them lames later

You left without saying Goodbye to me Now that you're gone away All I can think about is All I think about now Is you and me A note by the door

With the forty thieves Tom, Tom, the piper's son, he was there with me I rode through the valley with the princess by my side I did a Reggae Reggae Reggae last night My dream last night was about Ali Baba Alice was there in a Wonderland Staring far away

La-da-da-da-da-da La-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da So here we go again I know how this one ends It's a phone call from someplace far away You say you've found yourself Oh, in someone else And she makes you forget about the rain Her eyes are a golden hue

Whoah, something bad Got a real good feeling something bad about to happen Got a real good feelin’ something bad about to happen Stand on the box, stomp your feet, start clapping Wake up in the morning’ don’t know what happened Drinks keep coming, throw

The New York Times (Extra, extra, read all about it) They say you can win anywhere if you can win here And you ain't been no where if you ain't been here Hustle hard, yeah it really ain't a game mane Same places, different faces, on the train mane New

It ain't nothing you can do about it (nothing you can do about it) No matter what you say, no 'Cause when a woman's fed up No matter how you beg, no And then it's too late to talk about it (too late to talk about it) La da da da da I'm standing here

She's right on the money She goes direct to my heart When it comes to lovin' me She's everything I need, bulls eye-perfect Got a little story for you (bet it's about a woman) Let's begin with the day I met her And how fast this good ol' boy's world got