(All the girls like) I know what boys like I know what they want All the girls like I could make a honey give away her last rolo They want that good thing They wanna get some So go ahead and prove me right That's what girls like

Pretty girls drinkin' tall boys Watchin' pretty girls drinkin' tall boys Swingin' their hips to a country song Silver cans up in the air Ain't nothin' like gettin' right Chasing a buzz with a cold Bud Light 'Bout pretty girls drinkin' There ain't much to

Little boys and girls, they all love me Come sit on the lap of I-see-E And let me tell ya a story or two About a punk-ass nigga I knew Named Jack, he wasn't that nimble, wasn't that quick Jumped over the candlestick and burnt his dick Ran up the street

To all the boys and girls outside You know I didn't cry But you saw me anyway In the back of the creek one day And if you're trying to get a ride On a roller skate or a bike Just ask me and I'll take you round The block and back this way again Why don't

Yes, I love the way they're makin' moves And I love the way they make their move All the boys hangin' out down in the parking lot The night riders giving all they've got While the girls look so good at looking bad Out strutting dressed in the latest fad

La, la, la, la-la, la, la, la Love me, hate me Are begging to if you seek Amy All of the boys and all of the girls But can't you see what I see? Say what you want about me But all of the boys and all of the girls Tell me have you seen her, cause I'm so

And start make it hard for both di boys and di girls Dem steal all di Africans diamonds and pearls And start bank it up inna federal reserves Well educated fools they have ruined di world Educated demons And educated goons

Choose the highest bidder was my answer Schoolyard, junior high star Climb the wall to make the sun rise in time But the night had already begun The recess boys tried to buy the better girls Soft rock star when they told me I was up for sale Now here I

We don't always say what we mean My youth is the foundation of me So wake me up in the Spring From the city of the 915 Where all the girls are pretty And they're down for the hype All my boys are with me Going up for the night But who cares, who cares

It ain't right, babe, no It ain't right, no no Mama, don't do that you know It ain't right, yeah, boy boy. It ain't right, yeah, boy boy. All the "bad boys" want some brawl, it's tricky And girls enjoy, they feel so lucky Laughing at weeds running out