Bending corners on gold Daytona's, we heated, so beat it Better watch out, cause here we come However you want it, naw however you need it, we just dippin! Always, dippin Yeah, we keep it gangsta I only rides with my Doggs However you want it Wanna say

Just let me love you when your heart is tired Just let me love you I see those tears in your eyes Oh love, there's no need to hide From the sidelines And I feel so helpless inside If your ghost pulls you up high And it feels like you've lost who you are

I'm coolin' but I'm booted I got thirty in my tooly I'm so smooth, don't need no lubricant Kodak making movies My lil homie he a foolie I be sticking, I be moving I'm the youngest nigga to do this shit You a lame, want to screw me You a lame that want to

Girl, where do you think you're goin'? Goin', girl? Where do you think you're goin' Where do you think you're goin'? Take my hand, stay Joanne Heaven's not ready for you Every part of my aching heart Needs you more than the angels do If you could I know

Oh oh oh oh You make me! One for sure All my life I've been I've been waiting for someone like you, yeah You'll want some more You'll need some more

(I'm gonna getcha) So, don't try to rush honey, love can be fun There's no need to be alone when you find that someone (Yeah, you can betcha) Don't wantcha for the weekend, don't wantcha for a night I'm only interested if I can have you for life, yeah

You could come over I know you're shy You can be shy with me I just wanna teach you You know I need you And I'm not quite sober I know you're shy, baby You can be shy You can be shy, with me

Won't you please look down on me? A little mercy is all I need I say, angel of mercy Angel of mercy Oh, angel of mercy I went to work this mo'nin' My foreman looked me in the eye He said, "Fella I don't know what's wrong with ya, But you look sick enough

Go 'head do what you came to do You want the truth, you can't handle the truth We on a need to know basis and you don't need to know Wanna know all the things that I used to do When I keep it on the real you get an attitude You want to follow my past

All she needed was some At a Clippers' game on the court-side Watch a nigga' shoot like a .4-5 They mad at me, too, I got more fire Why these bitches see you "go home, Roger" (Go home, Roger) Tia and Tamara in my bed I'm a smart guy I ain't fucking with