It’s all right And struck it from my mind Would it still be there? What if I’d do anything to make it seem all right What if you knew it all along? What if I figured out that I did not belong? What if it always bothered me? What if I never did believe?

We about the.. girl Y'all niggaz got it twisted, huh? That liquor up in you, you charged That truth come out when you drunk Yo' ass won't make it to see tomorrow We step up in the club with one thing (one thing) On our mind, that's leave with something

Ain't nobody Loves me better Makes me happy Makes me feel this way Loves me better than you And now we're flyin' through the stars I hope this night will last forever Oh oh oh oh Captured effortlessly

Now, she is a little queen of spades, and the men will not let her be Mmm, she is the little queen of spades, and the men will not let her be Everytime she makes a spread, hoo, fair brown, cold chill just runs all over me I'm gon' get me a gamblin'

It's a gallon of gas, or a cold six pack One goes in my tank, one comes in a sack But I'll do a lot of walkin' if my motor don't run Makes life complicated when it costs the same Hell it ain't no fun, to do without one It's a tough ol' choice to make if

I love the way you sex me up and grind so impressed Don't need no bed Give me more time Don't play me though Don't need no drinks I'd love some, gwaan some I wanna make you say Oh yeah, though

Oh you Pretty Things Don't you know you're driving your Mamas and Papas insane And it looks as though they're here to stay All the strangers came today Let me make it plain You gotta make way for the Homo Superior Wake up you sleepy head Put on some

(I can take you higher) It's not that I can't stop, it's that I won't stop I'll make it hot (I do it) I'll be on top, as soon as the beat drop I'll make the whole club rock (I do it) Show you how that low rider bounce off the flo' - You ain't know? It's

I want everything that makes me feel alright That feels alive, don't ask me why I want everything, right before my eyes I can't deny I want to be the King! Generation of the dark watch their lives decay Persecuting their 'own kind', there's nothing you

Gotta make it home to my baby I bet I'mma make it home to my baby Picture me rollin' tippin' my chaueffer Niggas look jealous, you gotta control it Reachin' my quota, mixin' my soda Feeling connected to God, tryna get closer Steppin' on roshes, me in my