Our love is just a tiring game I never want a thing to change I’ll never give it up, I’ll never give it up Do-do-do-do-do-do want it, tell me baby? Do-do-do-do-do-do you need it? I have been stressed, working harder every day I don’t need rest but can

And you know what to do to help Used to look at me and tell me, "Don't stress, love" Cut me off, tell me stay blessed, love Hey, stay blessed Note to self, stay true to self (True, true, true, true) Shorty, I could use the help (True, true, true, true)

We're coming home tonight So mama, don't stress your mind Mama, mama, mama, hey Hey, mama, don't stress your mind Hey, ma, we gonna be alright Dry those eyes We'll be back in the morning when the sun starts to rise Where should we run to? Don't wanna

Out of control You're an animal Don't take anything less Strike those in distress Bend more rules

I don't stress out, nigga Poke my chest out, nigga Weight on my shoulder, bring the best out, nigga Get it right or you get left out, nigga Look, playin' Pac in my cassette loud, nigga I remember feelin' like a stepchild, nigga I would hate to see my

We all got a past now 'Cause baby I'm the best (yeah, yeah) I don't need you to be perfect (yeah) You just gotta leave it in the past now (yeah) So cancel out your ex (yeah, yeah) And let 'em know I'm next (yeah, yeah) And cancel out your stress (yeah,

Vietnam, Vietnam, Vietnam Vietnam, Vietnam, Vietnam, Vietnam And it came from It was just the next day his mother got a telegram It was addressed from Vietnam Now mistress Brown, she lives in the USA And this is what she wrote and said Don't be alarmed,

I love ya mama, I love ya mama, I love ya mama No stress, no drama, her kids hatin, they know I fucked their mama Ok, I love me some of yo mama, (oh) true that (true that) Don't call me daddy, only she can do that Ok, me and yo mama be fuckin, boy you

These niggas don't know the half Smoke stress to get rid of all the stress These niggas don't know the half (show time) Gettin' high for the low, shit was bad (Talk to 'em, rewind now) It's a Friday, I'm 'bout to go off Got my chains on and I'm 'bout to

I can't wait to blow on you I can't wait to blow You shitted on me I, I don't be stressin' these hoes I just pour liquor for niggas, that's it I do not fuck with you though And I can't wait to blow on you 2006, these niggas hated