I said get up! I say get up! I have the savoir faire I'm the reason everybody here I make it hot, I make it hot in here Your feet hurtin' I really care I want to see you, I want to see you move And get all into the groove I'm getting money man I really

The skin that you're in is all soft now And your bones are dry as ice What you sitting round here for and why is that Cos everybody's pushing out babies now In the mornings I was getting high with you Well I thought I'd see you around but you're dead now

Fresh Prince of Bel-Aire, all they do is stare Gold bottles, pop 'em like it's '96 (pop) Dirty niggas with clean money, this shit is beautiful (gorgeous) Black bottles, pop 'em at your funeral (uh) Dirty niggas with clean money, this shit is beautiful

We can put the kettle on Girl, just come round mine tonight I've got wine and make-up wipes Talk 'bout how he's not the one But, I'm never gonna say I told you so Da-dum, da-dum How are you feeling, girlfriend?

Soon as I get right I'mma take care of you Swear I'm so prepared to love you Know there's no one there above you And fuck whoever thought it wasn't that hard Fifteen hundred dollar limit dreaming about a black card Aiming for the stars, with a rocket in

eih eih eih(eih eih eih) (Beres Hammond) girl you want to come and feel good tonight let me hear you say eih eih eih are you ready for the one you love tonight let me hear you say eih eih eih now we want to go cross the bridge tonight eih eih eih eih eih

Just between us I think it's time for us to recognize The differences we sometimes feared to show I think it's time for us to realize The spaces in between For you and I to grow We are secrets to each other Each one's life a novel

I don't care! I don't care! It's been an awful long time since I been home, But you won't catch me goin' back down there alone. Things they said when I was young are quite enough to get me hung. They came and took my dad away to serve some time, But it

My love must be a kind of blind love I can't see anyone but you And dear, I wonder if you find love An optical illusion, too? Are the stars out tonight? I don't know if it's cloudy or bright Cause I only have eyes for you, dear The moon may be high But I

Are you ready (are you ready)? Don't hate the black Don't hate the white If you get bit Just hate the bite Make sure your heart is beatin' right How's your backbone How's your eye? Add some bottom on mighty tight