Mash it up now That's exactly what we gonna do Make it good You are so beautiful You are so wonderful And you can make your dreams Make them come true You get through everything And cast a laugh and sing

I realize, that I'm feelin' it Kissed the girls, made them cry Why you gangsta, all the time? Though sometimes, I can deal with it It's a love and hate relationship That's a thug's nature (That's a nigga nature) Thuggin life, and gettin' high but that's

The way you look at me, I can tell that you're a freak And I can show you how to hump without making love And I'll be laying in the sun, bottle and a gun Get down, I'll show you how If you got beef, then you better step up bitch I'll have a bottle and a

Well honey here comes a lullaby Your very own lullaby With a lullaby And turn this up on the radio If you can hear me now I'm reachin' out to let you know That you're not alone And you can't tell, I'm scared as hell 'Cause I can't get you on the telephone

I'll see you get it tonight, and if I can't I'll cry and cry You won't see me without it and I'll see you tonight, outside See you tonight, outside, see you tonight I know it's around, I don't have any doubts about that night You won't see me without it

If mi cyan get a fuck, that mean mi nah give a fuck No way, noooo 'Cause if yuh never did a hitch with di thing, you wouldn’t bruck no day, baby If mi cyan get a fuck, mi nah give a fuck No way, ooh yeah Because that "friend zone" thing deh, a nuh me

I can't live babe, without you in my life Where did it go, my baby, where did it go, my darling Tell me how to get you back in my heart again Girl I must have been crazy, to say that it was over I had to be a fool, to yell out we were through And now I'm

As soon as you can 'Cause when a man wants to be with a woman There ain't no way of gettin' there too fast When you know who you wanna spend The rest of your life with, you wanna start The rest of your life I left that sun sinkin' west in California I

I wish I stayed With that skipping rope, the trampoline, The crafty smoke that made us choke But we didn't give up hope It's just the simple ways of getting paid, The carelessness of running away You can fall if you want to! It's just a matter of how far

Blame it on the bag You can blame it on the bag If you wonderin’ why I changed up Tell ‘em the money is why I changed up I’m gettin' high smokin’ with angels You know I can hate that’s what a lame does Bring it back stackin’ this money But I still can’t