I'm lookin' like I'm gonna get it, you probably don't get it I come in your house with a microphone Lookin' like I'm about to set up a show in your kitchen I'm outta my mind but I feel like I'm in it If I never make it, don't make any difference I'm

It's a small world ("It's a...small world...") What goes around, comes around A very small world ("It's a...small world...") At the time you least expect it You get away with it now Soon enough it catches up to you Someway, somehow Nigga you reap what

Na na na na When you're ready come and get it When you're ready When you're ready, ready I'm not too shy to show I love you, I got no regrets. So baby whenever you're ready You ain't gotta worry, it's an open invitation I'll be sittin' right here, real

So baby come and take a swim with me Make me ripple 'til I'm wavy Don't be scared to dive in deep And start a tsunami Please don't tip-toe Come close, let's flow Anchor in me, get lost at sea The world's your oyster, and I am the pearl

He got it, I want it I want a mistress for Christmas Mistress for Christmas Easy come, easy go They got it, I can't have it She got it, and I can't get it (For Christmas) You gotta send me down

But in the communique you know he's gonna come clean Say what he means Communication Think what he say Maybe on Monday he got something to say They want to get a statement for jesus' sake It's like a talking to the wall He's incommunicado no comment to

I'm a wandering stranger And I love you And you love me Someday we can make it together Just you and me, oh just you and me Lost all alone I'm a million miles away I know you're waiting for To come home again

You gotta Ma-Ma-Ma Belle, or I will get you Got love, if that's what you need I got three or four babies sittin' on my knee I got good love waitin' for you I come sneakin' round the corner of the avenue You know you gotta Ma-Ma-Ma Belle, before I get you

You know how we roll nigga bring the noise Y'all don't wanna fuck with them boys Come on dog put away them toys 'Cause I'm a put in a clip and you'll get yours I smell pussy Smell pussy I'm a take it back to the shit talkin', slick talkin' Slap a nigga

Come get it bae You wanna ride it, my motorcycle You've got a license, have you got the right to Gonna pop a wheelie, don't try too high too Take it easy on the clutch, 'cause girl I like you I can do anything you need None of them boys know the first