Girl mi haffi tell you, say your body good Mi haffi tell you, say your body good You do some thing, me never know you could Ah mi baby dat, mm hmm She touch a weak spot What a bloodclaat, pum pum fat The world know she hot She balance pon the big fat

Pull up any kind of way I wanna She know I got that dope boy persona Drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer Young niggas ballin' like we hit the numbers I done got the ball, I fuckin' cannot fumble I be rockin' new shit, I got every color This shit

It's not somewhere else One day at a time It holds us like a phantom The touch is like a breeze It shines its understanding See the moon smiling Open on all channels Ready to receive And we're not at the mercy

Calling Elvis, I'm here all alone Calling Elvis, is anybody home? Did he leave the building? Can he come to the phone? Well tell him I was calling just to wish him well Let me leave my number, heartbreak hotel Oh love me tender, baby don't be cruel

Return to sender, return to sender Return to sender, address unknown She wrote upon it No such number, no such zone I gave a letter to the postman, he put it his sack Bright in early next morning, he brought my letter back We had a quarrel, a lover's

Return to sender, return to sender Return to sender, address unknown She wrote upon it No such number, no such zone I gave a letter to the postman, he put it his sack Bright in early next morning, he brought my letter back We had a quarrel, a lover's

Rule number numberone Rule number numbertwo Working on my rules Rules, working my rules Working on my rules, working on my rules Working on my rules, yeah, my rules I've been working on my rules I'm on a high, we on the way

Can't stand your present job, afraid of getting fired Depressed? Staring at the0late night tube You could call that number numberBut you'd just get someone just like you Well, I feel that way too Just the same as you Like it's getting worse before it's getting

My number numberone hit You are my number numberone hit Baby you are the song of my life And the sweetest melody And I love making love to your eyes It's like singing in the perfect key I got a studio up in heaven And it's the perfect atmosphere It's guaranteed to

Jungle land, jungle land Joey rides the subway Fast from east to west On the street he's number numberone Some say that he's the best Got something going on In a honkey tonk down town He is expected