I ain't hit your baby mama, I hit her with the curveball I don't need no friends, I just wanna win I got this new Benz and it's all I need She listen to her friends, they wanna get in She don't understand that they'll slob on me If I let 'em, ain't gon'

It's fighting back them butterflies It's call it in the air, alright Yes sir, we want the ball And it's knocking heads and talking trash It's slinging mud and dirt and grass It's I got your number, I got your back When your back's against the wall You

Hear the ghetto youths dem ballin' out Youths dem ballin' out Di youths dem callin' out Di youths dem saying justice, ah, weh dem really need overall Di way dem deal wid mankind all mi gal start ball Justice ah weh di youths dem need overall Di way dem

I want to go home Oh, how I want to go home I want to go home, yeah Last night I went to sleep in Detroit City I dreamed about them cotton fields of home I dreamed about my mother, dear old pappy, sister and brother And I dreamed about the girl who's

Salut à toi le marchand de sable Ça ballote! Ça rugit! Salut à toi le marchand de sable Tu vas rire: j’ai pas sommeil Si on dansait sur les tables Ce soir encore : j’ai les abeilles C’est comme si j’avais trempé Des kiwis dans du kawa Un cyclone s’est

You know I got to keep ballin' Till the FEDs come we ballin' out Y'all niggas y'all know what this about when I'm ballin' That stash house, we in and out Until God calls for me I'mma keep ballin', keep on ballin' To my niggas and my bitches looking down

And well, I think I've gone mad Isn't that so sad? And what a shame you've lost a brain that you never had Oh mum check the car it can’t have gone far I must have left it on a train or lost in a bar It’s likely in a Sainsbury’s Flirting with the girls

The Lullaby of Broadway Come on along and listen to Goodnight, baby Goodnight, the milkman's on his way Sleep tight, baby The hip hooray and bally hoo The rumble of a subway train The rattle of a taxi The daffodils who entertain

This is my song for real no doubt I'm feeling on yo booty See the DJ is making me feel thugged out As I walk you to dance floor We begin to dance slow You put your arms around me Players want to play, Rollers want to roll, Ballers want to ball (Ballers

Small town, bright lights, saturday night, Pinballs and pool halls flashing their lights. Making change behind the counter in a penny arcade Sat the fat girl daughter of virginia and ray Lydia hid her thoughts like a cat Behind her small eyes sunk deep