Got my diamond earrings And I'm packin' heat so don't disrespect me I'm just so damn flossy And I know what you like There ain't no gangsta like me Imma give it to ya every time Gotta turn you on

We can make it tonight I'm counting on you Gotta know -- the time has come to follow through Drive straight through the night Just hold on -- we can make it home before daylight There's a voice inside you And you know it can't be wrong So break away from

Shorty you ain't gotta take ya panties off If you wanna ride on the roller coaster It go up and down and 'round and 'round Stand up or get on the floor I know just how to break you off Just pull 'em to the side It's on tonight, I know what you like Baby

I just want to touch and kiss And I wish that I could be with you tonight You give me butterflies inside, inside and I All you gotta do is walk away and pass me by Don't acknowledge my smile when I try to say hello to you, yeah And all you gotta do is

They know I got cash, I ain't gotta brag no more (woo, woo, woo, what?) I'm playin' with the money, I just might go snatch the boat (I just might go snatch the boat) I run through the check, but fuck it, the bag is close (bag is close) I don't want your

Just when I thought I said all I can say My chick on the side, said she got one on the way These are my confessions, man I'm throwed and I don't know what to do I guess I gotta give part two of my confessions Damn near cried when I got that phone call

I gotta get better, gotta get better Gotta get better, gotta get better Meet me in the hallway Just let me know I'll be at the door, at the door Hoping you'll come around Just let me know I'll be on the floor, on the floor Maybe we'll work it out And

I'm high now, I'm high now (I don't think I can find a way to make it on this earth) Why God, why God do I gotta suffer? Within fourteen tracks, carried out over wax What's up family, yeah it's yo cousin Carl man, just given' you a call man I know you

And all I gotta do Hey, me or you Oh, all I want to know Who'd I do this for With just a touch of my burning hand Prime directive, exterminate And your face just drops in a pile of flesh Till it pumps in death

Don't want us to lose what we are Don't question it You ain't gotta question it You already know the answer The truth don't make us relevant Hurts but it's necessary Lose what we are So they can't help but to come and hate on it They see what we got and