I don't drink brass monkey like to be funky Nickname Eazy E your 8 ball junkie Bass drum kicking to show my shit Rap a hole in my dick boy I don't quit Crowd rocking motherfucker from around the way I got a six shooter yo I'm mean and brave Rolling

Tell me why you ain’t been callin’ Tell me why you waste my time Tell me why you won’t just tell me it’s alright (stop the show) No reason no warning Oh your words weren't deep Yeah I feel like a fool, I'm yours to keep Don't you think I need the truth?

You can get my body, my body all over your body, baby Your body all over my body, girl You know just how I like it naughty Naughty, naughty, naughty, do you? Yeah, we got plenty of Bacardi Bacardi, Bacardi, Bacardi and juice and fruit for you A private

Well how did it happen I don't feel like, I don't feel like I don't feel like loving you I don't feel like touching you Help me out, I need it I'd do anything just to be your man You're not going anywhere without me I don't feel like loving you no more I

Twinkle, twinkle, little star How I wonder what you are Up above the world so high Like a diamond in the sky When the blazing sun is gone When he nothing shines upon Then you show your little light Twinkle, twinkle, all the night Then the traveler in the

The king has lost his crown Disaster and disgrace He's clumsy like a clown The world is upside down I believe your new girl turned you down And they say she's pushin' you around How does it feel, I guess it hurts your pride Tell me my friend how many

Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo I want something just like this Oh, I want something just like this How much you wanna risk? I'm not looking for somebody With some superhuman gifts Some superhero Some fairytale bliss Just something I can turn to

With the first light and the little fragile moon I was out on the porch now I'm ready for doom And it's funny how it all came to be The way you so plainly chose to stare at me And the afternoon embraces you like a million worried hands And I want to look

Can't get no antidote for blues Can't find no sleeves for my records Can't get no laces for my shoes Can't get no fancy notes On my blue guitar Can't find the reasons for your actions Or I don't much like the reasoning you use Somehow your motives are

Like our lives depend on it We used to be loving, touching, kissin', f- How we did get to lying, crying, always fighting Why you lookin' at me with angry eyes? If we don't get back to loving, touching, kissin', f- How we ever gon' make it out alive? Oh,