(Jay) Fuck that (This is it right here baby) You know what it is Yo, I used to have bad luck Now you might see me in a Jag truck Mad stuck, either with a dime or a bad duck Double-R T with the matchin' bandana 38-snub blue steel with no hammer And I see

Standing in the rain Milk carton mug-shot baby Missing since 1983 Twenty years of dirty needles So if you see me will you just drive on by Or will I catch the twinkle inside your eye And did you want me? Well I guess I want you Oh pretty baby how could

We're beautiful now We might not know why, we might not know how But baby, tonight, we're beautiful now We're beautiful We'll light up the sky, we'll open the clouds 'Cause baby, tonight, we're beautiful now, we're beautiful I see what you're wearing,

'Cause everything I see is you And I don't want no substitute Baby, I swear it's déjà vu Know that I can't get over you Boy, I try to catch myself But I'm out of control Your sexiness is so appealing

My mind's tellin' me no, but my body, my body's tellin' me yes Baby, I don't wanna hurt nobody But there is something that I must confess (to you) I don't see nothing wrong with a little bump and grind (with a little bump and grind) I don't see nothing

These lips, can't wait to taste your skin, baby And these eyes, can't wait to see your grin, ooh ooh baby Just let my love, just let my love adorn you, please baby And you gotta know, you gotta know You know that I adore you, yeah baby Baby these fist

In my daddy's El Camino, In her driveway in the rain, Starrin' through that windshield I could see my future change, And my heart hit like a hammer, And my thoughts were runnin' wild, Any fool can make a baby, but it takes a man, to raise a child. She

'Cause oh,oh,oh, I got a motorcycle baby Oh,oh,oh, come on take a ride with me Oh,oh,oh, I promise you a hell of a ride 'Cause I got a motorcycle tonight The sky, don't think that I've seen it this bright It's a perfect night to go for a ride Stars are

Maybe you were right But baby I was lonely I don't want to fight I'm tired of being sorry I'm standing in the street Crying out for you No one sees me But the silver moon I don't know why

I might just paint the Bentley mustard (skrr) I got rich, that's on my mother (yeah) Say she love you, still can't trust her (what, yeah, yeah) Cut the pork, drop the top, then I Speed Race it (skrrt) But my frames, they Dior, I can't see, baby (I can't