I got the answer This ain't a party Get off the dance floor You want the get down Here comes the gang war You're doing alright 'Cause all the good times If we were all like you in the end So hit the lights I'll do it again

If I don't get to the border then I'll write. I gotta get that southbound train tonight, In the heat of the day many miles away When the sun is beating down upon the main street I'll be waiting here at the station, I gotta move down the line. They'll be

Find a plane ticket, come right now South Beach, when the sun go down Soft streets for the sunroof down, soft streets for the sunroof down There's Gucci this, Gucci that She used to wear the Baby Phat Got a budget on yo' ass though So she let me bust it

She don't lie, she don't lie, she don't lie, If you want to hang out, you've gotta take her out, cocaine If you want to get down, get down on the ground, cocaine If you got that lose, you want to kick them blues, cocaine When your day is done, and you

Put our heads together and think on it Maybe later on we can sleep on it But for right now Girl we just need to drink on it Hey girl, hey where ya goin' Come back and sit back down You look too good to be heading home so early now You say you gotta work

Let me hear it now We all come in from the cold We come down from the wire An everybody warms themselves To a different fire When sometimes we get burned You'd think sometime we'd learn

Keep me in mind (Keep me in mind) Somewhere down the road you might get lonely And I pray someday that you will love me only Well the world can be real tough This is gonna be funky How come all the pretty girls like you are taken baby I've been looking

Good morning Get on down Hustlers, that's if you're still livin' Every time that we hear them Get, get on down Uh, good morning Wake up, Mr. West, Mr. West, Mr. Fresh Mr. by-his-self-he-so-impressed I mean, damn, did you even see the test

To let herself get used and so that's why So she got drunk last night Drunk enough to call That number in her phone that she would never call Without the alcohol But she needed an excuse She was flagging down the waiter She was feeling 'bout as faded as

All right, okay As long as it's funky We'll make it funky for you now I'm a child of the ah, the 87 ah From the streets; get on a beat and go ah I could break it down like whatever ya ah On some K-R-S be-here-forever-type, uh