Everybody knows I'm here Well, you know I'm the hoochie-coochie man Everybody knows I'm here Don't you know I'm here The gypsy woman told my mother Before I was born I got a boy-child's comin' He's gonna be a son-of-a-gun He's gonna make pretty women's

I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love I don't want to hear sad songs anymore I only want to hear love songs I found my heart up in this place tonight 'Cause your song's got me feeling like I'm Yeah, you know, your song's got me feeling like I'm Don't

Your boy boy b-b-b-b-b-boyfriend Looking for a All I really want is to be your Don't be scared to come put your trust in me Can't you see all I really want to be Is your boyfriend Can't fight that Knock me down you know I'm coming right back

Fuckboy, don't test me Fuckboy, don't test, boy, don't test Boy, don't test, boy, don't test Boy, don't test, boy, don't test, boy, don't Ayy, yeah, ayy I'll put one in that chamber, lay you in the face of God Know to be-face the fake fuck, aight Fuck is

(Boy you got all my, all my) Baby don't you know you got all my love (all my love) Nothin' but lovin' you, nothin' but lovin' you baby I'm lovin' you, lovin' you, lovin' it, lovin' it baby Love and affection all my attention Lovin' you, lovin' you,

Everybody knows I'm here Well, you know I'm the hoochie-coochie man Everybody knows I'm here Don't you know I'm here The gypsy woman told my mother Before I was born I got a boy-child's comin' He's gonna be a son-of-a-gun He's gonna make pretty women's

But you get outta line boy, I'll lay your ass down! G-Unit, they ain't ready I don't know what you been thinkin', don't know what you been drinkin' Don't know what you been thinkin', don't know what you been drinkin' I've been out in LA with Dre and

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

You know if you don't help me darling I can't do it all by myself I'll have to find myself somebody else Bring my nightshirt Put on your morning gown You got to help me You got to help me, baby I may have to wash I may have to sew

You make me want to But you make me want to You can blame it on my southern boy ways Why I'm always running away I don't know if I can ever change Yeah, you make me want to You make me want to hold you like a hammock on a summer day Tell you how I'm