They got so much things to say right now They got so much things to say I'll never forget no way Stand firm and give Jah thanks and praises By the laws of men, by the laws of men Ooh yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah (yeah yeah yeah) Ooh yeah, yeah Eh! But I'll

She likes it my way, my way, My way, my way What I say goes, and I'm in control You can't satisfy her needs She keeps running back to see me do it Ooh, Ooh, Hey Yo see it's rare that you find people like us Cause all ya'll other (look) out there doing

Loaded, loaded, loaded, loaded You know my pockets loaded You know my diamonds frozen You know my My diamonds, they frozen Ooh, pockets loaded Diamond chain, they glowing And they showing Money on my thoughts

Oh Bo Diddley (hey, Bo Diddley) Ooh la la that rock 'n roll Yeah Bo Diddley (hey, Bo Diddley) Now listen here to the story of Bo Diddley The rock 'n roll scene in general Bo Diddley was born Ellis McDaniels In a place called McCoom In Mississippi about

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh But words, they won't do it justice I got something on my mind I could write it on a sign I need a translator at the tip of my tongue There's a freight train of emotion stuck in my lungs

Always rep the gang gang gang gang Would you ooh Whole lotta gang shit gang gang gang Hey, I know this might sound weird to say But would you love me if I ran away? (away) I know you probably think I'm insane Ain't nothin' change but the pocket change (

They hold on tight Yeah, they hold on tight Ooh, they hold on tight Them lips won't let me go (Lips won't let me go, lips won't let me go, oh) Every birthday, every birthday Don't let this go to your head But you're the best, I've ever had Not to mention

It ain't me, it ain't me I ain't no fortunate one, no Some folks are born, made to wave the flag Ooh, they're red, white and blue And when the band plays, "Hail to the chief" Ooh, they point the cannon at you, Lord I ain't no senator's son, son Some

Ooh, she may be weary And young girls, they do get wearied Wearing that same old shaggy dress, yeah But when she gets weary Try a little tenderness, yeah, yeah You know she's waiting Just anticipating The thing that she'll never, never, never, never

Mad sounds in your ears, they make you get up and dance They make you get up Yeah they make you get up Ooh la la la, ooh la la la Ooh la la la ooh Mad sounds in your ears, they make you feel alright They bring you back to life Love buckles under the