Drop that kitty down low Pop that kitty down low I know you want it all, I'm giving you a show You like what I'm doin', drop that kitty down low Shop that like a window I'm gonna make you explode Take that video phone Pop it like a pistol Make it clap

'Cause you're a good girl and you know it I want your hot love and emotion endlessly Just hold on, we're going home (going home) I think there's something, baby You act so different around me Just hold on, we're going home Ah, ah, ah-ha I got my eyes on

Tell the children the truth Rebel, rebel! Come on and tell the children the truth We refuse to be What you wanted us to be We are what we are That's the way it's going to be, if you don't know You can't educate I For no equal opportunity (talkin' 'bout

Standing out in the rain Need to know if it's over Cause I would leave you alone Flooded with all this pain Knowing that I'll never hold her Like I did before the storm I know this isn't what I wanted I never thought it'd come this far Just thinking back

Memoria, memoria No I don't have a gun As I want you to be And I swear that I don't have a gun Come as you are, as you were As a friend, as a friend As an known enemy Take your time, hurry up

Got my mojo working Got my mojo working, but it just won't work on you Going down to Louisiana to get me a mojo hand I got a gypsy woman givin' me advice I want to love you so bad, I don't know what to do I'm gonna have all you women under my command I

Why you playin', shawty? I could put you on, yeah I know I got all of these girls up in my phone, yeah But on the real, you the only one I want, yeah 'Cause I don't wanna be a playa no more I don't wanna be a playa no more Be a playa no more 'Cause I

You're my Miss Jamaica My Miss Jamaica I'm crowning you myself Although you may not have such a fabulous shape To suit the rest of the world But you do suit me and that's all I want to know I need not know nothing more Roses are red, violets are blue

Don't think about nothin' (Pre-Chorus) Do you know how it feels To be wanted When you're young

Come you masters of war You that build the big guns You that build the death planes You that build all the bombs You that hide behind walls You that hide behind desks I just want you to know I can see through your masks You that never done nothin'