"G" stands for girl-like Gangsta (Ladies say) Don't make 'em like me anymore So we in danger So at ease, little guy, we out-rank ya And when the G's come around just put your hands up Listen when I speak, Don't talk 'til I say so, Real G's work hard for

There's no other Win me over You'll never buy my love Money rains from the sky above But keep the change 'cause I've got enough A little time and some tenderness No other thing that's as precious to There's no other

I'm pretty when I cry I'm pretty when I cry, I'm pretty when I cry Because I'm pretty when I cry All the pretty stars shine for you, my love Am I the girl that you dream of? All those little times you said that I'm your girl You make me feel like your

And that's why I, I, I, I, Oh, I love that little girl of mine This little girl of mine Do you know that this little girl of mine Wella, oh yeah I want you people to know I take her everywhere I go One day I looked at my suit

Little bit of gold, little bit of pearl Little bit of gold little bit of pearl My darling, darling girl Won't you shout it to the world? My darling, darling, darling girl Shout it out, my golden girl Wrap yourself with all the world (Oh, my golden girl)

In the cold hard dirt that you throw down I don't want to watch you drive away in a black car To a new bar so you can find another Hopeless broken girl in a little black dress And you'll take her break her lay her heart to rest And I don't wanna be

What's your name? Shootin' you straight, little girl? What's your name, little girl? Won't you do the same? Well, its 8 o'clock in Boise, Idaho I'll find my limo driver Mister, take us to the show I done made some plans for later on tonight I'll find a

Together we cry Together we cry! Whoa oh whoa oh whoa Jenny was a poor girl Living in a rich world Named her baby Hope when she was just fourteen She was hoping for a better world For this little girl But the apple doesn't fall too far from the tree

Just let me rock, sex you back to sleep girl Call sick in the morning so I can get a little bit more of your love Don't say a word no, don't you talk Just hold on tight to me girl Ain't sorry that I woke ya, I ain't sorry 'bout ya job, sex you back to

A-tisket, a-tasket A green and yellow basket I send a letter to my mommy On the way I dropped it I dropped it, I dropped it Yes, on the way I dropped it A little girlie picked it up And took put it in her pocket She was truckin' on down the avenue